I didn’t raise you I be good and weak. I raised you to be powerful and happy.

Time is a wind that keeps blowing in my face and mumbling words that don’t make sense.

You are not doing something foolish, are you?” In fact, she was, but that didn’t mean she had to stop glaring.

You succeed because you’re willing to give everything to your craft- everything!

She touched the healthy folds of skin around the baby’s neck, wrists, and thighs, the dark lines crying for life made in his forehead, and thought how people start with wrinkles and end with wrinkles, grow into their skin and then live to grow out of it again.

It must be a marvelous thing to feel so sure, to be able to meet someone’s eyes and not look away.

I am not sure I am ready to know what I think about that, so I dare not write it out.

She wore white heirloom lace about her throat And in her hair a bright golden feather A pearl like a plum hung ripe from her neck But her smile fetched ten gold together.

Some people are born with the first word of a language resting on their tongue though it may take some time before they can taste it.

I don’t want a daughter named after a stone,” she had said, choosing instead to name her Miri after the flower that conquered rock and climbed to face the sun.