Superstition is foolish, childish, primitive and irrational - but how much does it cost you to knock on wood?
Judith ViorstLiving with golden fantasies of an endlessly nurtured infancy can be a neurotic refusal to grow up.
Judith ViorstI had it together on Sunday. By Monday at noon it had cracked. On Tuesday debris Was descending on me. And by Wednesday no part was intact. On Thursday I picked up some pieces. On Friday I picked up the rest. By Saturday, late, It was almost set straight. And on Sunday the world was impressed With how well I had got it together.
Judith Viorst