babies

She is drawn to the river, and all its hideous, dead-eyed treasures: rot-bloated cats, and cold-meat corpses of unwanted infants, eels plucking at their tender fingers and toes.

At the end of the day your ability to connect with your readers comes down to how you make them feel.

All of us learned how to walk by failing.

The groove is so mysterious. We're born with it and we lose it and the world seems to split apart before our eyes into stupid and cool. When we get it back, the world unifies around us, and both stupid and cool fall away.I am grateful to those who are keepers of the groove. The babies and the grandmas who hang on to it and help us remember when we forget that any kind of dancing is better than no dancing at all.

Her body accepted my brutal seed and took it to swell within, just as the patient earth accepts a falling fruit into its tender soil to cradle and nourish it to grow. Came a time, just springtime last, our infant child pushed through the fragile barrier of her womb. Her legs branched out, just as the wood branches out from these eternal trees around us; but she was not hardy as they. My wife groaned with blood and ceased to breathe. Aye!, a scornful eve that bred the kind of pain only a god can withstand.

Movement turns dead dogs into maggots and daisies, and flour butter sugar an egg and a tablespoon of milk into Abernethy biscuits, and spermatozoa and ovaries into fishy little plants growing babyward if we take no care to stop them.

On Sundays, Presbyterians were not allowed to eat hot food or read the funny papers or travel the shortest journey; parents believed in Hell and believed tiny babies could go there. Baptists were not supposed to know, up until their dying day, how to play cards or dance. And so on.

To profoundly understand a baby, you must first be a mother.

A baby is a dancing joy of life.

Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby- awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.

Businesses, like babies and books, need nurturing, time, energy, love, planning and, yes, money to develop, grow and prosper.

As my father talked, tears dripped down the side of his face like candle wax. The sight shocked me; until that moment, I had assumed men were as incapable of crying as they were of having babies.

Babies are the buds of imagination that are ready to bloom with lights of love and affection.

He was a small, chubby little man with a perpetual air of sadness about him, making him look like a baby that has dropped its rattle.

Ain__ nothing worse to a mama than losing her baby_

She gave me money to buy condoms, and instead I bought a book of baby names. That__ life. That__ love. That__ fiscally irresponsible._

A first child is your own best foot forward, and how you do cheer those little feet as they strike out. You examine every turn of flesh for precocity, and crow it to the world. But the last one: the baby who trails her scent like a flag of surrender through your life when there will be no more coming after--oh, that' s love by a different name.

You know what the great thing about babies is? They are like little bundles of hope. Like the future in a basket.