We tap our toes to chaste love songs about the silvery moon without recognizing them as hymns to copulation.

I look at my four boys, who are the colors of silt, loam, dust, and clay, an infinite palette for children of their own, and I understand that time erases whiteness altogether.

When you're given a brilliant child you polish her and let her shine. Pigs in Heaven

If the Lord hasn't got a boyfriend lined up for me to marry, that's his business.

I love developing children as characters. Children rarely have important roles in literary fiction - they are usually defined as cute or precious, or they create a plot by being kidnapped or dying.

Misunderstanding is my cornerstone. It's everyone's, come to think of it. Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet.

I don't look like who I am.