Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.
You're talking about evolving a cuisine from a people whose cuisine has been whatever we could get for a long time.
They were so strong in their beliefs that there came a time when it hardly mattered what exactly those beliefs were they all fused into a single stubbornness
Hunger steals the memory
She also tempers emotion with wry perspective. A woman driven to infamy by passion cannot have the man she loves. As women have found since love began, ... she found she could live.
I got well by talking. Death could not get a word in edgewise, grew discouraged, and traveled on.
Columbus only discovered that he was in some new place. He didn't discover America.
It was enough just to sit there without words.
Here I am, where I ought to be. A writer must have a place where he or she feels this, a place to love and be irritated with.
His thoughts swam between us, hidden under rocks, disappearing in weeds, and I was fishing for them, dangling my own words like baits and lures.
I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms.
You know, some people fall right through the hole in their lives. It's invisible, but they come to it after time, never knowing where.
I think a title is like a magnet. It begins to draw these scraps of experience or conversation or memory to it. Eventually, it collects a book.
In our own beginnings, we are formed out of the body's interior landscape, For a short while, our mothers' bodies are the boundaries and personal geography which are all that we know of the world.
For a short while, our mothers bodies are the boundaries and personal geography which are all that we know of the world. Once we no longer live beneath our mother's heart, it's the earth with which we form the same dependent relationship.
They were so strong in their beliefs that there came a time when it hardly mattered what exactly those beliefs were they all fused into a single stubbornness.