“It’s strange how so much life can be lived without speaking”

The secret apparently is half a cup of dark rum.

Today I learned how to bake mean banana bread.

Sister Maria Martinez whom I believe I’ve mentioned before has been giving me cooking classes.

I think every woman is entitled to a middle husband she can forget.

For nobody is curious, who isn’t malevolent.

And once he’s clear about that reality, he gathers the strength to begin to cope.

The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.

In this body I built a temple, in this skin I found a home.

I hold the unconquerable belief that science and peace will triumph over ignorance and war

Death is a door life opens.

I would much rather have you believe in something I don’t agree with than to accept everything blindly.