“There is a distinct flavor of panic lodged somewhere underneath my tongue and I'm fighting to remember where it came from.”
“Do you ever go back?"Ruthann nods, "When I need to remember where I came from, or where I'm headed.”
“My voice sounds like I have a cold, all the mucus from my crying lodged in my nose. A train, Mama said. Camille came, and the wind sounded like trains.”
“The myriad of flavors explode on my tongue, shimmy through my mouth, slap my taste buds and call them filthy bastards, and I love it.”
“At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.”
“Gotta always remember where you came from and how you got brought to where you is now. They call it deliverance.”