“I used to complain to myself that life was so boring, that there was too much laundry to do, too many noses to wipe. Now there are not enough noses to wipe.”
“God wiped snot out of his nose and that was you.”
“Did you just wipe your nose on me?" he asked, finally.”
“If ordinary people complain that I speak too much of myself, I complain that they do not even think of themselves.”
“Once I looked over at Welton and he was wiping his nose. I couldn’t tell if he was crying or on nasal spray.”
“School used to be an escape. Now it's just another place with too much pressure, too much confrontation, & so not enough joy.”