Households that have lost the soul of cooking from their routines may not know what they are missing: the song of a stir-fry sizzle, the small talk of clinking measuring spoons, the yeasty scent of rising dough, the painting of flavors onto a pizza before it slides into the oven.

Silence has many advantages. When you do not speak, other people presume you to be deaf or feeble-minded and promptly make a show of their own limitations.

A breeze shook rain out of new leaves onto their hair, but in their pursuit of eternity they never noticed the chill.

Why is it that only girls stand on the sides of their feet? As if they're afraid to plant themselves?

Vengeance does not subtract any numbers from the equation of murder; it only adds them.

I don't understand how any good art could fail to be political.

You see mother, you had no life of your own. They have no idea. One has only a life of one's own.