S. Jane Sloat, In the Voice of a Minor Saint

"God have pity on the smell of gasolinewhich finds its way like an armthrough a car window,more human than kerosene,more unctuous, more manly."

S. Jane Sloat, In the Voice of a Minor Saint

"My heart is small, like a love of buttons or black pepper."

S. Jane Sloat, In the Voice of a Minor Saint

"For a moment the radio wavered between stationsand I was so busymaking myself marvelous."

S. Jane Sloat, In the Voice of a Minor Saint