It would not be practical for her to hate herself. Luckily, God sends a substitute, a husband.
And I'm convinced that knowing the names of things braces people up.
At moments I dislike having a face, a nose, lips, because he has them.
Death is the black backing on the mirror that allows us to see anything at all.
O Lord! he concluded, forgive all these trespasses. Lead me not into Penn Station.
I would like to explain that I consider prayer above all an act of gratitude for existence.