“He rode home with her to New Jersey and she took him into the backyard to look at her father’s roses . . . to look at her childhood, to look at what pricked and stung and was difficult to… — Kathleen Collins Copy Share Image
“He utterly honored his sorrow, gave in to it with such deep and boundless weeping that it seemed as I stood there he was… — Kathleen Collins Copy Share Image
“She could feel her skin turning darker while he lay there and stared at her; her hair felt not only short but unbelievably bushy.” — Kathleen Collins Copy Share Image
“Life has so many tuneless days... what better posture to take than to become a whimsical motherfucker?” — Kathleen Collins Copy Share Image
“any life dissected too closely was boring and could only make you fall asleep.” — Kathleen Collins Copy Share Image
“It was only sunlight she needed. Pure, delicious sunlight flooding through a room.)” — Kathleen Collins Copy Share Image
“He rode home with her to New Jersey and she took him into the backyard to look at her father’s roses . . .… — Kathleen Collins Copy Share Image
