He [Ma's Tooth] was part of her a minute ago but now he's not. Just a thing.
It's painful to consider anything but writing.
It turns up the heat under a narrative when you limit the characters in their movements or their freedoms.
For all that being a parent is normal statistically, it's not normal psychologically. It produces some of the most extreme emotions you'll ever have...
The way to my heart is through Belgian milk chocolate.
Once I spent a whole day there, a blade of grass in each hand to anchor me to the warm earth. I watched the sun rise, pass over my head and set. Ladybirds mated on my knuckle; a shrew nibbled a hole in my stocking while I tried not to laugh. Such a day was worth any punishment.