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Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.
Live or die, but don't poison everything.
Before I was married, I had never washed one dish or seen how you fried an egg or baking a potato.
I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how I was brought up, and it was what my husband wanted of me. But one can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out.
Until I was twenty-eight, I had a kind of buried self who didn't know she could do anything but make white sauce and diaper babies. I didn't know I had any creative depths.
It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.
God owns heaven but He craves the earth.
I want to be a child and not a mother, and I feel guilty about this.
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