Long-Haired Mare: Daughter WRites Down what her mother used to Say
- Eat. You’re a grey dress of bones.
- You with that hatchet wound between your legs. I’d sew yours up if I could.
- Talk about the nice things. Don’t talk about the bad things. Everyone's nice, everyone's happy. Tell them you play tin-can-alley. Well, it ain’t a lie! Tell them about the tree taps for maple syrup. Folks that don’t come from here find that interesting. They think it's a miracle. They don’t know where things come from. They eat eggs, but they never seen a chicken’s ass swell up red. But don’t talk about that. Talk about the great big musky fish we fry up. Or the walleye fish. The gold scales. Talk about that.
- Remember you ask anyone for anything, you’re asking for shame.
- He’s so rich, he spends it on silver buttons.
- Once you got yourself a fire, most of the day’s battle is over.
- When I don’t got something is when I want it the most. Even if when I had it, I hated it.
- You ought to have yourself a good time before you be put to work the rest of your life.
- Sleep is the only come-easy thing in this whole world.
- My little doe. Don’t ever leave my lap.