Morality is not a large, constructed *thing* you have or have not, but simply a capacity. Something you carry with you in your brain and in your hands.

The important thing isn't the house. It's the ability to make it. You carry that in your brain and in your hands, wherever you go.

she's never forgotten, either, how a mystery caught in the hand could lose its grace

A wife is the earth itself, changing hands, bearing scars.

The arrogance of the able-bodied is staggering. Yes, maybe we'd like to be able to get places quickly, and carry things in both hands but only because we have to keep up with the rest of you ... We would rather be just like us, and have that be all right.