I've also pledged this year to catalogue all the little fortune cookies of truthfulness that thoughtfully (and sometimes thoughtlessly) come out of her brilliant mouth. This is just the beginning:
"I love the smell of electricity in the air after a storm, hot asphalt, and laundry. I’m frustrated by people’s propensity to dilute potential with probability, and am unnecessarily annoyed by subscription cards in magazines. I’m disappointed by what we do to each other but only truly scared of what we don’t do; the opportunities not recognized or taken to be a piece of someone’s hopefulness or to make them a part of our grace. I’m every rhapsodic, lighter-waving cliché about peace and love without a single apology for it."
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