“Little kids I don't mind. Every kid wants a pony. It's grown-ups that get my robe in a knot. Stop with the begging, okay? Adore me for a change. Or give thanks. I like gratitude. Or ask for guidance. But… — Ron Koertge Copy Share Image
“Statements make sense for somebody who needs advice. I’m not giving advice. I don’t instruct. At my best, I delight. That’s my job.” — Ron Koertge Copy Share Image
“You're a miracle, Walker. Your fingers are. Your toes are. Your crushing sadness and guilt are.” — Ron Koertge Copy Share Image
“Did you know if you look deep, deep, deep into a cat's eyes, there's an alter with three candles ?” — Ron Koertge Copy Share Image
“That's why babies cry so much. All of a sudden having a body is a lot to deal with.” — Ron Koertge Copy Share Image
“The air of a deposed prince. falsehood as restorative-if they wouldnt do that if they wouldnt do all that they do. the body as traitor the body as foe. she's thinking about mythology,about reluctant daphne/ relentless apollo. if she could, as daphne did, cry out to mother earth for protection. and have every suitors find a laurel tree in his… — Ron Koertge Copy Share
“She knows her life is on the line but, believe it or not, she's never been so excited! Her husband's a serial killer, and her bodice is wet with tears, but there's a chance her brothers will show up like winning lottery numbers. Which does she want more - her hair wound in the maniac's hands and her white white… — Ron Koertge Copy Share
“Since I don't know where I'm going, I guess I'm in no real hurry to get there.” — Ron Koertge Copy Share Image
“Our enemy is man with his arrogance and greed. The woodsman in particular. Destroyer of trees. Clearer of land. Owner of fire. While he… — Ron Koertge Copy Share Image
“Dark night of the soul,” said Jesus, “Happens to everybody sooner or later.” — Ron Koertge Copy Share Image
“All over town kids lay awake & wondered: Am I smart enough, pretty enough, strong enough, tall enough? If our fears were smoke, the… — Ron Koertge Copy Share Image
“She's selling CDs on the corner, fifty cents to any stoner, any homeboy with a boner. Sleet and worse - the weather's awful. Will… — Ron Koertge Copy Share Image
“Okay, they were ogre children with little gray teeth, but they were kids! They didn't do anything, not really. Sure, when they played, they… — Ron Koertge Copy Share Image
