Make no mistake: everything has a variant. Like versions of truth, like versions of love, there are versions of sleep. The deepest sleep is meant only for children and perfect fools. Everyone else must pay each night her restless due. ― Jill Alexander Essbaum, Hausfrau. (Random House; First Edition first Printing edition March 17, 2015)
Only in the present tense is the subject married to its verb. The action—all action, past and future—comes at the end. At the very end, when there is nothing left to do but act. ― Jill Alexander Essbaum, Hausfrau. (Random House; First Edition first Printing edition March 17, 2015)
Much like trains in India, grief is a circular, irrational process with no discernible rhythm or timetable. Here it comes, there it goes. ― Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce. (Dutton Adult April 17, 2008)
The Vale of Soul-Making 