Quotes from butt maggie

When I was a girl my mother said I chattered like a magpie even in my sleep, as if I knew one day the words would all be stopped, wine corked up in a bottle.

time zig-zags like a running man avoiding bullets

Sometimes the day you long for turns as sour as month-old Yaks' milk, while the one you dread blows in with floral breath.

Manhattan's lights spread out below -- this firework show of wealth and power outburns the feeble stars.

It's just a life, dear. We all have lives. Some spill them in the trenches others in a cage.

The clock-shop keeper holds the keys, repairs the rifts in time, its unpredictability. A wind-up world where nearly-there is good enough.

In war time women turn to red swivel-up scarlet and carmine not in solidarity with spilt blood but as a badge of beating hearts.

A doorway is a hopeless hiding place.