Herring Quotes (page 16)

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• ignorance
• favorite
• least

Her least favorite thing: VOLUNTARY IGNORANCE Whoopi Goldberg

• alone
• excuses
• world

Her existence alone was excuse enough to justify the creation of the entire world. Stephenie Meyer

• good
• she
• cooking

Her cuisine is limited but she has as good an idea of breakfast as a Scotchwoman."[Sherlock Holmes, on Mrs. Hudson's cooking.] Arthur Conan Doyle

• money
• full
• her

Her voice was so full of money. F. Scott Fitzgerald

• leaving
• forever
• crying

Her death would leave me scattered, talking to chairs and pillows. Don't let us die, I want to cry out to that fifth-century sky ablaze with mystery and spiral light. Let us both live forever, in sickness and health, feebleminded, doddering, toothless, liver-spotted, dim-sighted, hallucinating. Who decides these things? What is out there? Who are you? Don DeLillo

• movie
• framed
• old

Her voice was like a line from an old black-and-white Jean-Luc Godard movie, filtering in just beyond the frame of my consciousness. Haruki Murakami

• beautiful
• beauty her
• climbing

Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains... F. Scott Fitzgerald

• success
• failure
• use

Her failure was a useful preliminary to success. Edith Wharton

• heart
• garden
• wall

Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high. William Goldman

• thinking
• small
• she

Her handwriting was curious small sharp little letters with no capitals (who did she think she was, e. e. cummings?). Erich Segal

• eyes
• humanity
• her eyes

Her eyes were enlarged and faded with discovering what, by common human agreement, is better undivulged. Shirley Hazzard

• mother
• work
• you me

[Her] work taught me that you could be all the traditional feminine things -- a mother, a lover, a listener, a nurturer -- and you could also be critically astute and radical and have a minority opinion that was profoundly moral. Anne Lamott

• color
• colorful
• winter

Hers were the pale gray that made you think of nightfall and silver bullets and the edge of winter. The color that filled the sky before it was torn in half by lightening. Jodi Picoult

• great
• perfume
• she

Her life had been altogether artificial; she had always been a great garden lily in a hot-house, she had never known what it was to be blown by a fresh breeze on a sun-swept moorland like a heather flower. The hot-house shelters from all chills and is full of perfume, but you can see no horizon from it; that alone is the joy of the moorland. Ouida

• wishes
• die
• tones

Her wish to die was as pervasive as a dial tone: you lift the receiver, it's always there. Joyce Carol Oates