“ But what if I don't believe in God? It's like they've sat me in front of a mannequin and said, Fall in love with him. You can't will feeling. What Jack says issues from some still, true place that cou… Mary Karr
“ If we didn't read people who were bastards, we'd never read anything. Even the best of us are at least part-time bastards. Mary Karr
“ The image pleases me enough : to slip from the body's tight container and into some luminous womb, gliding there without effort till the distant shapes glow brighter and more familiar, till all your b… Mary Karr
“ But what if I don't believe in God? It's like they've sat me in front of a mannequin and said, Fall in love with him. You can't will feeling. What Jack says issues from some still, true place that cou… Mary Karr
“ Then the game became guessing where the storm would hit, or, in local parlance, go in, as if it were some stray relative in search of lodging. Mary Karr
“ Slurping these spirits is soul preparation, a warped communion, myself serving as god, priest, and congregation. Mary Karr
“ Tomorrow! How sweet its prospects for a drunkard the night before. There is no better word. Before the earth hurls itself into sunshine, nothing is not possible. Mary Karr
“ The head can travel a far piece while the body sits in one spot. It can traverse many decades, and many conversations can be had, even with the dead. Mary Karr
“ Bad things are gonna' happen to you, because they happen to us all. And worrying won't stave the really bad things off. Don't make the mistake of comparing your twisted-up insides to other people's bl… Mary Karr
“ Standing in the shower, I feel something on the back of my leg that turns out to be my ass. Mary Karr
“ Poetry is for me Eucharistic. You take someone else's suffering into your body, their passion comes into your body, and in doing that you commune, you take communion, you make a community with others. Mary Karr
“ I loved the idea that looking at a painting or listening to a concerto could make you somehow transcend the day-in, day-out bullshit that grinds you down: how in one instant of pure attention you coul… Mary Karr
“ I kept the fingers of my left hand crossed all the time, while on my right-hand fingers I counted anything at all—steps to the refrigerator, seconds on the clock, words in a sentence—to keep my head o… Mary Karr
“ And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not as long as there are plums to eat and somebody--anybody--who gives enough of a damn to haul them… Mary Karr
