• Life is not so much about beginnings and endings as it is about going on and on and on. It is about muddling through the middle.
    ~ Anna Quindlen
  • There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother... Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too.
    ~ Anna Quindlen
  • A friend and I flew south with our children. During the week we spent together I took off my shoes, let down my hair, took apart my psyche, cleaned the pieces, and put them together again in much improved condition. I feel like a car that's just had a tune-up. Only another woman could have acted as the mechanic.
    ~ Anna Quindlen