Even though she saw tattoos everywhere, they continued to fascinate her. How bizarre to be branded like a box of cereal. Didn't people mind being counted as just one more product on a shelf? There had to be more to… — Suzanne Weyn Copy Share Image
We humans can never claim to do nothing, we breath, we pulse, we regenerate. — Suzanne Weyn Copy Share Image
Even though she saw tattoos everywhere, they continued to fascinate her. How bizarre to be branded like a box of cereal. Didn't people mind… — Suzanne Weyn Copy Share Image
If these were indications of new love, as Sergei expected they were, then he was not surprised. All that scraping and arguing, the teasing… — Suzanne Weyn Copy Share Image
Birds fascinated her. How did they do that, seeming to fly with one mind, each of them able to anticipate what the others would… — Suzanne Weyn Copy Share Image
When King Lear dies in act five, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He has written, 'He dies.' No more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential piece of dramatic literature is, 'He dies.' Now I am not asking you to be happy at my leaving but all I ask you to… — Suzanne Weyn Copy Share
You become the monster you fear the worst, so the monster won't overtake you. — Suzanne Weyn Copy Share Image
“When had all this conformity and sameness set in? How had it happened? When had the varied carols turned into a single corporate advertising… — Suzanne Weyn Copy Share Image
There are a million things one might do with a block of wood. But what do you think might happen if someone, just once,… — Suzanne Weyn Copy Share Image
And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest… — Suzanne Weyn Copy Share Image
