I can't even say 'hair pie,'' I told him, 'unless I'm talking about an actual pie made out of rabbits.

We were trying to make our lives easier, trying, with all our rules, to make life effortless. But a friction began to arise between Nothing and Something, in the morning the Nothing vase cast a Something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that, at night the Nothing light spilled from the guest room spilled under the Nothing door and stained the Something hallway, there's nothing to say.

She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life.

I was of the opinion that the past is past, and like all that is not now it should remain buried along the side of our memories.

Of course food has an important cultural use in families, but there are things that have more important cultural uses in families, and broadening the conversation out simply from what's reasonable also allows in other things.

I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.

Songs are as sad as the listener.