...the reasons just reassemble themselves in different patterns every time I think about it.

Cross a man and you struggle, one of you wins, you adjust and go on - or you lie there dead. Cross a woman and the universe is changed, once again, for cold anger requires an eternal vigilance in all matters of slight and offense

That's all I want- to do no harm.

Little critters fried like fritters come out crunchy and divine.

quoting reminds me there are other people in the world besides only me. And other thoughts besides mine, and other ways of thinking.

Speaking uses us up, speeds us up. Without prayer, that act of confession for merely existing, one might live forever and not know it.

We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out. Once we really get the full measure of it--we're slow learners, we women--we dry up in disgust and sensibly halt production.