She did not talk to people as if they were strange hard shells she had to crack open to get inside. She talked as if she were already in the shell. In their very shell. — Marita Bonner Copy Share Image
You can, when Time is ripe, swope to your feet - at your full height - at a single gesture. Ready to go where?… — Marita Bonner Copy Share Image
That is what they call being reconciled to die. They call it reconciled when pain has strummed a symphony of suffering back and forth… — Marita Bonner Copy Share Image
What's the need of working if it doesn't get you anywhere? What's the use of boring around in the same hole like a worm?… — Marita Bonner Copy Share Image
You wonder and you wonder until you wander out into Infinity, where - if it is to be found anywhere - Truth really exists. — Marita Bonner Copy Share Image
She did not talk to people as if they were strange hard shells she had to crack open to get inside. She talked as… — Marita Bonner Copy Share Image
