Vicki Laveau-Harvie > Quotes

“I feel reasonably safe because I do not carry a lot of my past. My sister carries it for me, her foot in the bear-trap of our childhood, unable to extricate herself no matter how hard she pulls.”
― Vicki Laveau-Harvie, The Erratics

“Scratch me and you get grief. It will well up surreptitiously and slip away down any declivity, perhaps undermining the foundations but keeping a low profile and trying not to inconvenience anybody.

Scratch my sister at your peril however, because you’ll get rage, a geyser of it, like hitting oil after drilling dry, hot rock for months and it suddenly, shockingly, plumes up into the sky, black and viscous, coating everything as it falls to earth.

Take care when you scratch.”
― Vicki Laveau-Harvie, The Erratics

“My sister’s partner leaves the room at some point and strides down the wide hallway to inspect the elevator my mother takes to the lobby every morning to buy her newspapers and flowers. My sister’s partner is a handy person and wishes to inspect the elevator doors to see if there’s any way to rig them to open onto a void when my mother pushes the button.”
― Vicki Laveau-Harvie, The Erratics

“.. because I do not carry a lot of my past. My sister carries it for me, her foot in the bear trap of our childhood unable to extricate herself no matter how hard she pulls.”
― Vicki Laveau-Harvie, The Erratics

“I suspect that on a corner of my soul is a tattoo saying ‘no regrets’, all lower case size 12 Old Bookman font, and it means not excess but restraint.”
― Vicki Laveau-Harvie, The Erratics

“Just in case we’re having too much fun with this, let’s go back a notch in time. Only a little while, don’t be afraid, not far enough to get caught in the starry wheeling vertigo of the slow-mo free-fall no-up-and-no-down that is the more distant past. We will go there—chronology has its uses—but not just yet.”
― Vicki Laveau-Harvie, The Erratics: A Memoir

“I don’t clean. My disinclination for this activity I call by various names: sloth, depression, boredom. It’s not that I dislike clean. I like it when it is done, but I don’t want to do it. I don’t want anybody else to do it for me either. I make exceptions. I clean the toilet, I wash my clothes, but organized housecleaning is as foreign to me as saying a rosary.”
― Vicki Laveau-Harvie, The Erratics: A Memoir