I don't eat four-legged animals, but I eat birds, I eat cheese, I eat dessert. I eat everything.
These days I can't tell what I really feel.
Loss isn't an absence after all. It is a presence. A strong presence right next to me. I look at it. It doesn't look like anything, that's what is so strange. It just fits in.
Sometimes you remember your life in photographs that were never taken.
How blazing and alive the past is. The color of the wallpaper in the bedroom you had as a girl. It's not so much that you've lost your memory, more like you're submerged in it, like you're living in the brightly vivid underwater world of the past.
When the love of your life dies, the problem is not that some part of you dies too, which it does, but that some part of you is still alive.
(After meeting her birth mother after more than 40 years) We exchange bunches of orchids, laughing at the coincidence of the flowers. A little unnerving: I wonder if that choice has anything to do with genetics. . . . I want to take mine home and look after them so that they live for days. I might spray the leaves, and make sure they sit in an easterly window, and keep them out of the direct sun.
It is a mistake that there is no bath that will cure people's manners, but drowning would help.
We can't start over and develop a Saturn 5-type vehicle from scratch.
They didn't want Donald Trump to win. They didn't think he was gonna win. They never thought they would be in this position. They may not even like being in this position because they don't want this kind of pressure on 'em. They don't want to have to move his agenda. The Republicans in Washington are identical with the Democrats when it comes to the big issue, and that's immigration. Both parties want amnesty.
Give me something to dance about and I'll dance it.