Roz Chast Quotes
- I putter. I nurse old grudges. I fold origami while nursing old grudges. I think about the past. I wonder if there's any grudges I…
- As I would soon learn myself, cleaning up what a parent leaves behind stirs up dust, both literal and metaphorical. It dredges up memories. You…
- I gave up on ever trying to get 'my way.' I barely knew it existed.
- You would open a drawer, which my father had jammed full of newspapers, and the bottom would drop out. There were buttons and screws and…