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“You think in the same way men drink, Tea,” my father once said, “far too much—under the delusion it is too little.”
When people cut us, we are expected to do only two things: smile and bleed.”
“Even with the old prune inside?” “Fox!” “Isn’t she? She looks like an old fruit left to dry out in the sun for so long that it grew hungry and tried eating its own face.”
There is no greater strength than the ability to understand and accept your own flaws.”
People will never be what you make of them, but at least your own heart stays yours and true.”
The largest and hairiest man I had ever seen in my life stepped into view. He was so tall that the top of his hair grazed the ceiling, and his arms looked as if a brown bear had mated with the fuzziest carpet in the land and produced twins. I could barely see his face, for his beard started somewhere near his eyebrows and ended at a carefully trimmed point several inches away from his chin, at the center of his chest.
“Then perhaps we should carve a world one day where the strength lies in who you are rather than in what they expect you to be.”
He is a wise man but often sad—though I have found that both frequently go hand in hand.”
