There are some days when no matter what I say it feels like I'm far away in another country & whoever is doing the translating has had far too much to drink.

Wrapped around my son with only the knowledge of the words of the world & a quiet remembrance of watching before this all began.

There are things you do because they feel right and they may make no sense and they may make no money and it may be the real reason we are here: to love each other and to eat each other's cooking and say it was good.

I am only strong enough for a life of partial virtue.

There has never been a day when I have not been proud of you, I said to my Son though some days I'm louder about other stuff so it's easy to miss that.

I used to believe my father about everything but then I had children myself & now I see how much stuff you make up just to keep yourself from going crazy.

If you hold on to the handle, it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you just let the wind carry you.