“[Poem: Slates of Grey]Sullen faces like slates of grey—What I’d seen on a walk today.Bodies rushing bodies boltingTime for life a disregarding.Money to make and to grow oldWhat about the hands to hold?Deadlines, projects, people to meetWhat about our own two feet.Sullen faces like slates of grey...What I’d see most anyday.”
“Mandelion spread itself like a butterfly of brick and slate.”
“Had I known but yesterday what I know today, I’d have taken out your two grey eyes and put in eyes of clay. And had I known but yesterday you’d be no more my own, I’d have taken out your heart of flesh and put in one of stone.”
“What makes me think I could start clean slated?The hardest to learn was the least complicated”
“And then - thwack! - Anne had brought her slate down on Gilbert's head and cracked it - slate not head - clear across.”
“We're not blank slates. What we've done, what we've survived all go into us.”