Hunger Steals The Memory

Time Is The Water In Which We Live, And We Breathe It Like Fish. ... Time Pours Into Us And Then Pours Out Again. In Between The Two Pourings We Live Our Destiny.

Her Clothes Were Filled With Safety Pins And Hidden Tears.

All Of Our Actions Have In Their Doing The Seed Of Their Undoing.

[on Her And Husband Michael Dorris:] We Both Have Title Collections. 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.

Hunger Steals The Memory