Everything drops away, comes to be unimportant in the dark. It's like sleep almost. A freedom from self, from ugliness.
Josephine Winslow JohnsonOld people who live too long come to resemble turtles. As though time turned in a curve, and down they go to the reptiles again. Not the little wet naked frog they were born. But the tortoise. Cold eyes, sagging circles of skin, the nose becomes beak. The shell of sleep.
Josephine Winslow Johnsonpacifists lead a lonely life. Not even gathering together can take the place of that vast, warm sun of approval that is shed on motherhood, on law-abiding, on killing, and on making money. Someday will we come into our own? Well, motherhood may move into the shade. Law-abiding is going through a trauma. But killing and making money are good for a long, long time.
Josephine Winslow JohnsonYou can't be a little bit saintly any more than you can be a little bit pregnant.
Josephine Winslow Johnson