“But it's not so much a headache as possession, my head an occupied territory, and my normal self, a disenfranchised native populace, driven underground.”

“And then a throb hits you on the left ide of the head so hard that your head bobs to the right...There's no way that came from inside your head, you think. That's no metaphysical crisis. God just punched you in the face.”

“It's early on a beautiful winter morning. The house is quiet. The sun is shining. I'm thankful. I'm happy. My cup runneth over. Now there's coffee everywhere.”

“As much as I try to make the past keep still and mind its manners, it moves and murmurs with me through every day.”

“Instead of trying to reform other people's - or her own - perception of feminist, the FCP likes to position herself as something outside the normal bounds of womanhood.”

“Recognizing happiness when it's lying at your feet, having the will and courage to reach down and take it in your arms--and to hold on to it--that's the heart's intelligence. Intelligence minus the heart is just logic, and that doesn't amount to much. - Arthur”

“The serpent tries to engulf my head. No, not a snake, an oxygen mask.”