One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.

Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over.

I have just had eighteen whiskeys in a row. I do believe that is a record.

The land of my fathers. My fathers can have it.

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.

Washington isn't a city, it's an abstraction.

Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.