“You and I,” she said slowly, saying each word with care, “are a pair of scissors.” “A pair of scissors…” I replied, unsure of what she meant. “Alone, we’re knives. Sharp and nasty, made to hurt others. But together, we… — Vince O. Teves Copy Share Image
Perhaps growing up meant we put our knives away and feigned ignorance of the damage. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
