Your own family resemblances are a frustrating code, most easily read by those who know you least.

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

But the last one: the baby who trails her scent like a flag of surrender through your life when there will be no more coming after - oh, that's love by a different name. She is the babe you hold in your arms for an hour after she's gone to sleep. If you put her down in the crib, she might wake up changed and fly away. So instead you rock my the window, drinking the light from her skin, breathing her exhaled dreams. Your heart bays to the double crescent moons of closed lashes on her cheeks. She's the one you can't put down.

Eaters must understand, how we eat determines how the world is used.

You know what the issue is? Do you want to know? It's what these guys have decided to call America. They have the audacity to say, 'There, you sons of bitches, don't lay a finger on it. That is a finished product.'" "But any country is still in the making. Always. That's just history, people have to see that.

No kind of bomb ever built will extinguish hatred.

You can’t replace people you love with other people…But you can trust that you’re not going to run out of people to love.