“The cut worm forgives the plow.”
“...It's not that the worm forgives the plough; it gives it no mind. (Pain occurs, in passing.) (lines 37-39 in the poem 'Fantasia on a Theme from IKEA')”
“Easy for you to say. You’re the one who got plowed. I was doing the plowing.”
“She remembered was hope was, and this was it. That inner churning that moves you forward, plows you through life the way the boats plowed the shiny water, the way the plane was plowing forward to a place new, and where she was needed.”
“We are all worms, But I do believe that I am a glow worm.”
“The early bird gets the worm but the late bird doesn't even get the late worm.”