Our church monastery in Kiev.
I wish I had finished reading all the science fiction I wanted to when I was a teenager; it’s not working anymore.
Oh, what we’d have done for internet in Kiev.
Camelia, can we have more cheese?
We found fig trees in Tivoli.
“Why do they call them laugh lines? There’s nothing funny about mortality.”
“It takes a certain kind of person to order something off the Sky Mall catalogue without touching, seeing, smelling, tasting and…you know! before they buy. You know those bug catcher thingamajigs? Those things that suck up bugs so you can let them outside so they can come back into your home? And it kills them humanely? They [passengers] ask me, “So, does it hurt the bug?” I’m like, “I don’t know! Lady, do you want a Diet Coke or not?”