I feel, holding books, accommodating their weight and breathing their dust, an abiding love. I trust them, in a way that I can't trust my computer, though I couldn't do without it. Books are matter. My books matter. What would… — Lori Lansens Copy Share Image
The city, no matter how small, is corrupt and unrepentant, while the sun shines brighter in the country, making people more wholesome. — Lori Lansens Copy Share Image
“It was Aunt Lovey's belief that all ordinary people led extraordinary lives, but just didn't notice.” — Lori Lansens Copy Share Image
I hum some secret place into being, thinking of this other me, the one that only I can see, a girl called She, who… — Lori Lansens Copy Share Image
If heaven is tolerant and writers are allowed (bunch of liars though they are), I wonder if they gather for coffee to ponder the… — Lori Lansens Copy Share Image
Evidence tells that black and Latina woman are more accepting of curves, and that's a good thing. — Lori Lansens Copy Share Image
I'm not alone in having obese people in my circle and in my family. I have loved morbidly obese people, and I don't approach… — Lori Lansens Copy Share Image
“You think about these words final last never a lot, and there are not many things, when you come right down to it, that… — Lori Lansens Copy Share Image
“Before she closed her eyes tonight, Rose said she regretted that she has not done something heroic in her life. Well, it's not like… — Lori Lansens Copy Share Image
Write,' she said, 'as if you'll never be read. That way you'll be sure to tell the truth. — Lori Lansens Copy Share Image
I feel, holding books, accommodating their weight and breathing their dust, an abiding love. I trust them, in a way that I can't trust… — Lori Lansens Copy Share Image
When we talk about God, I think what most of us mean is some greater thing, some higher power that can help us access… — Lori Lansens Copy Share Image
“The final picture in the album was of Aunt Lovey and Uncle Stash, their black-and-white wedding photo. I hated that their picture came last,… — Lori Lansens Copy Share Image
