Quotes from Marilyn Chin

All that blooms must fall.

We never sleep. What will happen when all grandmas run out of fire? We can't die. We die, nobody take care of you.

Why cry over dried flowers? They're meant to be straw. Why cry over miniature roses? They're meant to be small.

Let's do it on the antimacassar, on the antimacassar -from Twenty Five Haiku