Post kept bound books with typed lists of gifts sent and received ... jeweler Harry Winston sent her a box of cheese
As I was wheeled into the operating room I pleaded with God for one more day, one more week, one more month with her.
For your next act, please don't pull any rabbits out of my... well, hat." .... He licked playfully at her mouth. "And ya can't call my manhood 'rabbit'.
My experience of my body was her experience once removed, which meant my body was dissolved, and that’s all I’d ever really wanted from my body, such as it was.
We were just standing there, and her eyes were so interesting. Not in the usual way of being interesting, like being extremely blue or extremely big or flanked by obscenely long lashes or anything.
Ari looks fiercely resolute. It’s the same look she has on her face at the start of every race: Dogged determination. My heart and head enter into full-on combat mode.
I'm so lucky to have a family, adopted or not! I'm so lucky to be alive!" Judy Ellis Taylor tells her three school-age girls.... They roll their eyes.
Phoebe Marks was a person who never lost her individuality. Silent and self-contained, she seemed to hold herself within herself, and take no colour from the outer world.
I love her like a major holiday. You know, not enough people celebrate the joy that is Tax Season, with the High Holy Day coming on April 15th.
I loved her like elephants like remembering stuff. Those bastards just won’t let me forget and move on.
A woman wants all the men to love her, and a man wants to love all the women. And as for me, I just want to be a shepherd, though not for sexual purposes.
It got to the point where it became logical: if a woman was fiercely intelligent, outspoken and passionate, I’d look towards her arms for the scars. They were almost always there.
I'll never forget my time with her. The two of us made love like three lawn chairs—the kind that fold up.
She said her heavy luggage had wheels, so I said, “Here, why don’t I carry that for you?” I was in stupid love.
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.
But I get frightened sometimes," she admitted. "I know. Fear is only fear, though." "And somehow you live without it." "No," he corrected her. "You live with it.
She made him feel guilty at times. The problem was that she was so honest herself, almost transparent. It seemed criminal to be deceiving her.
Mmmm,' hummed Mum. 'What's it called?' 'Butch,' Dad told her. 'Butch!' Mum repeated. 'It doesn't sound like a small, docile, house-trained dog to me
Your mother just carried you literally. The one who really gave you to her is the one who really knows about the main problem you were meant to solve!
She caught herself working so hard at mothering that she forgot to enjoy her children. -from ~Homecoming Season~
People usually asked her if she had a belly button. Of course she had a belly button. She couldn't explain how. She didn't really want to know.
