“he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips…her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.”

“Little Alice fell
d
o
w
n
the hOle,
bumped her head
and bruised her soul”

“Last year when my grandma fell and broke her hip she couldn't paint her toenails anymore. So my grandpa started doing it for her, even after he fell and broke his hip, too. For me, that's love.”

“Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety."
Antony and Cleopatra (II. ii) ~William Shakespeare”

“[W]hat bothers the New York Times is not racism per se, but who is the racist and who are her targets.”

“[W]hat will not a delicately nurtured British lady go through when her mind is bent either on pleasure or duty?”

“She still felt his gaze on her like the brush of a finger across the back of her neck, making her shiver.”

“One of our mules died today. …[W]e rigged up a block and tackle with a sling around her middle and tried to hoist her up to a standing position but her legs were too weak to hold her up. Then Father said we may as well give up because he noticed that part of her insides was protruding from her rear end. He said that when this happens there is no hope… So we lowered her back to the ground and let her die in peace, which she did in a few hours.”

“I touched her thigh
and death smiled”

“Somewhere in his body--perhaps in the marrow of his bones--he would continue to feel her absence.”