For plain and fancy worrying, give me a new mother every time.

You will be wondering about that sugar bowl, I imagine, is it still in use? You are wondering, has it been cleaned? You may very well ask, was it thoroughly washed?

We eat the year away. We eat the spring and the summer and the fall. We wait for something to grow and then we eat it.

in all the world there is not someone who does not believe something.

I very much dislike writing about myself or my work, and when pressed for autobiographical material can only give a bare chronological outline which contains no pertinent facts.

We moved together very slowly toward the house, trying to understand its ugliness and ruin and shame.

I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.