I got well by talking. Death could not get a word in edgewise, grew discouraged, and traveled on.

When small towns find they cannot harm the strangest of their members, when eccentrics show resilience, they are eventually embraced and even cherished.

A woman's body is the gate to this life. A man's body is the gate to the next life.

Women don't realize how much store men set on the regularity of their habits. We absorb their comings and goings into our bodies, their rhythms into our bones.

To love another another human in all of her splendor and imperfect perfection , it is a magnificent task...tremendous and foolish and human.

Sometimes a person's monstrosity seems superhuman.

Our tribe unraveled like a coarse rope, frayed at either end as the old and new among us were taken.