“As Clementine walked back inside studying the photo, she wondered what sort of person Erika could have been, would have been, should have been, if she’d been given the privilege of an ordinary home.” — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
Now I think poetry will save nothing from oblivion, but I keep writing about the ordinary because for me it's the home of the extraordinary, the only home. — Philip Levine Copy Share Image
