Stories are verbal acts of hospitality.

And all the insects ceased in honor of the moon.

She felt that at some point she must finally and formally talk to Louisa about Hubert, and ask her to acknowledge that the worst possible thing had happened to her as well.

Every day is a journey.

An illusion which is a real experience is worth having.

Stop!' I cried imploringly to my god-like mind.

What did she see in me? What does she see that I don't?

They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold; and I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.

In general, I try to eat food without added hormones and pesticides, but I'm not so strict that I won't have a Big Mac once in a while.

Stinky says women should be obscene but not heard.

I don't make proper flower arrangements; mine just grow, like the garden.