Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over. Marjorie Celona More Quotes by Marjorie Celona More Quotes From Marjorie Celona For the long-limbed trees and watery landscape of Vancouver Island, read Hundreds and Thousands. Setting aside, who can resist a woman who lived in a caravan in Goldstream Park with a pack of dogs and a monkey and shunned the human race except to attend her own art openings? Only a genius could both paint and write my/her home. Marjorie Celona dog home art Don’t believe anything anyone tells you. You have to evaluate the world with your own eyes. Marjorie Celona eye believe world No one has patience for love except their own. Marjorie Celona patience-love having-patience
