Quotes from Joyce Sutphen

I am all that I am not, and I am not what I shall become—who knows?

The Kingdom of Summer In my mother's cellar there were realms of golden apple, rooms of purple beet, hallways of green bean leading to windows of strawberry and grape. In her cellar there were cider seas and pumpkin shores, mountains of tomatoes— pickle trees. When I walked down the steps and pulled on the light, I saw where she kept the Kingdom of Summer.