Food is not just what we put in our mouths to fill up; it is culture and identity. Reason plays some role in our decisions about food, but it's rarely driving the car.

I want to talk about God in a literary way. But I think I would have a very hard time praying to God.

She wanted more, more slang, more figures of speech, the bee's knees, the cats pajamas, horse of a different color, dog-tired, she wanted to talk like she was born here, like she never came from anywhere else

Grandfather informs me that is not possible.

....Worthy would-be worlds of words, whorls of working wonder.

Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don't mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.

If it had and answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?