If you sweep a house, and tend its fires and fill its stove, and there is love in you all the years you are doing this, then you and that house are married, that house is yours.

I've been working, working, working, and you know, sometimes you look back at your work and you see that it just isn't any good.

I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together.

My yardstick is how somebody treats me.

You don't understand. You've never hated anybody. No, I never have. We're allotted just so much time on earth, and I wouldn't want the Lord to see me wasting mine in any such manner.

They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurance of our identities?

Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.