“I putter. I nurse old grudges. I fold origami while nursing old grudges. I think about the past. I wonder if there's any grudges I should start.”

“As I would soon learn myself, cleaning up what a parent leaves behind stirs up dust, both literal and metaphorical. It dredges up memories. You feel like you’re a kid again, poking around in your parents’ closet, only this time there’s no chance of getting in trouble, so you don’t have to be so sure that everything gets put back exactly where it was before you did your poking around. Still, you hope to find something, or maybe you fear finding something, that will completely change your conception of the parent you thought you knew.”

“I have always liked the phrase 'nursing a grudge' because many people are tender of their resentments as of the thing nearest their hearts.”

“She looked for common ground. She did not nurse grudges.”

“I do not forget any good deed done to me & I do not carry a grudge for a bad one.”

“We shall all of us die, so why should I grudge a little trouble?”

“I never hold a grudge. As soon as I get even with the son-of-a bitch, I forget it.”