As we grow older we should become not less radical but more so.

Why doesn't Prin go and get her own goddamn blistering bloody shitty jelly doughnuts?

Women, as well as men, in all ages and in all places, have danced on the earth, danced the life dance, danced joy, danced grief, danced despair, and danced hope. Literally and metaphorically, by their very lives.

Bless me or not, Lord, just as You please, for I'll not beg.

When I say work I only mean writing. Everything else is just odd jobs.

Will we ever reach a point when it is no longer necessary to say Them and Us? I believe we must reach that point, or perish.

In some families, please is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry.