The gods you do not pay are the ones that can curse you best.

Cooking is 80 percent confidence, a skill best acquired starting from when the apron strings wrap around you twice.

From the fallen tree everybody makes firewood.

A certain feeling comes from throwing your good life away, and it is one part rapture.

What keeps you going isn't some fine destination but just the road you're on, and the fact that you know how to drive. You keep your eyes open, you see this damned-to-hell world you got born into, and you ask yourself, 'What life can I live that will let me breathe in & out and love somebody or something and not run off screaming into the woods?

It's the one thing we never quite get over: that we contain our own future.

A mother's body remembers her babies-the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has it's own entreaties to body and soul.