"God have pity on the smell of gasolinewhich finds its way like an armthrough a car window,more human than kerosene,more unctuous, more manly."
- S. Jane Sloat
"My heart is small, like a love of buttons or black pepper."
"For a moment the radio wavered between stationsand I was so busymaking myself marvelous."
"I might walk vast expansesof earth and always be beginningand I love beginningor could learnto love it."