There is a strange moment in time, after something horrible happens, when you know it's true, but you haven't told anyone yet.

A woman knows she can walk away from a pot to tend something else and the pot will go on boiling; if she couldn't this world would end at once.

War so conspicuously benefits rich men and kills the poor ones.

Thanks for this day, for all birds safe in their nests, for whatever this is, for life.

This will be Great Mam's last spring. Her last June apples. Her last fresh roasting ears from the garden.

There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief.

there are people who read my work and accuse me of being political! As far as I'm concerned that's like accusing a dog of having a bark!