“When I look down, I miss all the good stuffAnd when I look up, I just trip over things...”

“and I tryto draw the linebut it ends up running down the middle of memost of the time.”

“I make such a good statistic, somebody should study me now; somebody's gotta be interested in how I feel, just cause I'm here, and I'm real.”

“I don't take good pictures 'cause I have the kind of beauty that moves.”

“I don't like my language watered down, I don't like my edges rounded off.”

“I did not design this game; I did not name the stakes. I just happen to like apples; and I am not afraid of snakes.”

“and half of learning to play is learning what not to playand she's learning the spaces she leaves have their own things to sayand she's trying to sing just enough so that the air around her movesand make music like mercy that gives what it is and has nothing to proveshe crawls out on a limb and begins to build her homeand it's enough just to look around and to know that she's not aloneup up up up up up up points the spire of the steeplebut god's work isn't done by godit's done by people”