“I don’t really believe in mistakes. Let me rephrase that. I have a loose faith that derivable from every stumbling, groundless step is a sapphire, buried in the trampled mud, longing to be sought for, pining to be run under the bathroom sink, craving to be wiped with a dusting rag and, after a good nights sleep in which it makes fine dreams, stretch out in 6:12 a.m. sunrise to return the favor and bathe every last corner of the house in varying shades of blue.”
– Sue Van Schoonhoven