“…praise any word that can hold you. Praise all but the vanishing point where we stand now, not quite parted. Already memories fall like blows. But soon they will be treasure, dropped like gold through a miser’s fingers as he makes his accounts…Praise each insomniac hour, kept wide awake by your glow. Sleep would only have robbed more coins from this vandal hoarded store.”
“The past is all we know of the future.”
“Culture is a slingshot moved by the force of its past”
“Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.”
“High fashion has the shelf life of potato salad. And when past its prime, it is similarly deadly.”
“Sometimes I prayed for Baby Jesus to make me good, but Baby Jesus didn't.”