The only proper mask to wear in life is your own damn face.
Revolution begins with the self, in the self.
The story is a piece of work. The novel is a way of life.
Old folks are the nation.
She [my mother] gave me permission to wonder, to dawdle, to daydream.
(M)aybe we too busy being flowers or fairies or strawberries instead of something honest and worthy of respect . . . you know . . . like being people.