Old people who live too long come to resemble turtles. As though time turned in a curve, and down they go to the reptiles again. Not the little wet naked frog they were born. But the tortoise. Cold eyes, sagging circles of skin, the nose becomes beak. The shell of sleep.
Josephine Winslow JohnsonEverything drops away, comes to be unimportant in the dark. It's like sleep almost. A freedom from self, from ugliness.
Josephine Winslow JohnsonFreedom is no guarantee of anything. It is only defined today by what it is not. What it is takes forms strange and of infinite variety - bizarre as in a masquerade.
Josephine Winslow JohnsonI am sick of war. Every woman of my generation is sick of war. Fifty years of war. Wars rumored, wars beginning, wars fought, wars ending, wars paid for, wars endured.
Josephine Winslow Johnson