Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one’s bath like a lump of sugar. – Pablo Picasso Category: Hmmm
We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered. – Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead Category: Hmmm
Nothing is not only nothing. It is also our prison. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin Category: Hmmm
We were never a family that had a lot. We had enough, but not a lot. – Elizabeth Edwards Category: Family
