Yep, my daddy was an undependable drunk. But he'd never missed any of my organized games, concerts, plays, or picnics. He may not have loved me perfectly, but he loved me as well as he could. (189)

We only know how to lose and be lost.

I think that white women are more apt to read laterally. So I think there's some strong identification for women, and their political and social positions, and minorities. I think that the political power of, let's say, the average Indian man and a white woman are pretty equal.

He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.

Let us now celebrate the literary allusion.

Sometimes it's called passing out and sometimes it's just pretending to be asleep

All art is exploitation.