Rosy’s mummy hands Franny a clear plastic bag full of reject biscuits, then Rosy holds her cheek out for Franny’s wet kiss. Rosy wipes the slime from her face and Franny cackles, then shows them both into the lounge. There on Franny’s coffee ta...
Right now I am like the unborn baby in the womb, knowing nothing except the comforting warmth of the amniotic fluid in which I swim, the comforting nourishment entering my body from a source I cannot see or understand. My whole being comes from an un...
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Some men are Baptists, others Catholics; my father was an Oldsmobile man. Mr. Parker: That son of a bitch would freeze up in the middle of summer on the equator! Mother: Little pitchers! Mr. Parker: Thanks... hold it! [t...
Mother: [gets on the phone] Hello, Mrs. Schwartz? Yes, I'm fine. Uh, Mrs. Schwartz, do you know what Ralph just said? [Mrs. Schwartz's speech is inaudible] Mother: No, he said... [whispers it close to the receiver] Mrs. Schwartz: [in a hysterical ton...
As it happens, I’m a terrible dancer. Bears are simply not made for dancing. We’re much better at sitting and sleeping and singing. But there are humans who catch bears and force us to dance. It’s agony. And there are other humans who pay to wa...
Izzi: Remember Moses Morales? Tom Verde: Who? Izzi: The Mayan guide I told you about. Tom Verde: From your trip. Izzi: Yeah. The last night I was with him, he told me about his father, who had died. Well Moses wouldn't believe it. Tom Verde: Izzi... ...
It was a miracle to me, this transformation of my acorns into an oak.
You can’t possibly be afraid of trees.
Even the tallest trees always begin as a seed.
Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.
Everyone wants the tallest tree to fall
until only infinity remained of beauty
I like to pet trees—especially if they have furry leaves.
Even monkeys fall from trees.
Life without love is a cold branch of a non-grounded tree.
Trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.
Trees, how many of 'em do we need to look at?
Trees are Earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
General principles... are to the facts as the root and sap of a tree are to its leaves.
I love the serenity as a tree loves its calmness.
If you don't like how things are, change it! You're not a tree.
