I remember manners, that's when people are scared to make other persons mad.
Stories are a different kind of true.
I found motherhood a crash course in existentialism (what is my purpose in life, am I mistress or slave of my destiny, when the hell do I get some sleep?) and [the book] ROOM was the result.
He [Ma's Tooth] was part of her a minute ago but now he's not. Just a thing.
There's not a thing wrong with you, you're right the whole way through.
The great thing about a short story is that it doesn't have to trawl through someone's whole life; it can come in glancingly from the side.