“scraps of lovetorn and tatteredfaded, scatteredtrashedthreads of hopefrayed and tangledbroken, mangleddashedbacking, buttonsyarn and battingquilted tenderlywrapped up inthis warm repairmy patchwork family”
“You may exist inthis world--but I exist tooand I will not yield”
“I'm not giving upYou're not giving inThis battle will turn into a warBefore I let it come to an end.”
“A blanket could keep a family of three warm for a lifetime, but global warming could do the same for the world forever. ”
“For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness.”
“A pair of jaybirds came up from nowhere, whirled up on the blast like gaudy scraps of cloth or paper and lodged in the mulberries, where they swung in raucous tilt and recover, screaming into the wind that ripped their harsh cries onward and away like scraps of paper or of cloth in turn.”