that darkest of syllables, death.

- Mary Mcmullen

Sanity is sometimes a matter of going on, outwardly, as if everything is all right.

- Mary Mcmullen

Love is recognition, perhaps the highest form of it. You.

- Mary Mcmullen

You can pack a bag and take a plane somewhere, anywhere, and when you get there and open the bag - lying right on top will be whatever you're running…

- Mary Mcmullen

I've gotten to the place where I find life too short for if-only.

- Mary Mcmullen

Take the goods the gods provide, and don't stand and sulk when they are snatched away.

- Mary Mcmullen

it requires a great deal more generosity to take than to give.

- Mary Mcmullen

People tend to believe accusations more than denials.

- Mary Mcmullen