2 Quotes by Anne Patchett

Maybe Sandy was right, and she was a saint, and saints were universally despised by their families.

I am a compost heap, and everything I interact with, every experience I've had, gets shoveled onto the heap where it eventually mulches down, is digested and excreted by worms, and rots. It's from that rich, dark humus, the combination of what you encountered, what you know and what you've forgotten, that ideas start to grow.