When I wrote, I felt better, as if I had remade the world all of a piece, the way I wanted it to be, not the way it was.
Ann RinaldiDoing good doesn't always make you feel good. I don't care what they tell you in church.
Ann RinaldiWhen a woman's face is wrinkled And her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday! Aside she's cast, No one respect will pay; Remember, Lasses, remember. And while the sun shines make hay: You must not expect in December, The flowers you gathered in May.
Ann RinaldiI didn't know how to say goodbye. Words were stupid. They said so little. Yet they opened up holes you could fall into and never climb out of again.
Ann Rinaldi