A divorce is like an amputation: you survive it, but there's less of you.

A divorce is like an amputation: you survive it, but there's less of you

Sauve qui peut. To survive
we’d all turn thief

and rascal, or so says the fox,
with her coat of an elegant scoundrel,
her white knife of a smile,
who knows just where she’s going:

to steal something
that doesn’t belong to her -
some chicken, or one more chance,
or other life.

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

If you're put on a pedestal, you're supposed to behave yourself like a pedestal type of person. Pedestals actually have a limited circumference. Not much room to move around.

When things are really dismal, you can laugh, or you can cave in completely.