“I've kept . . .treasures because fragments of . . .stories are contained in them, and I have honored that. I think of my family. Objects passed from hand to hand. Stories told, others not talked about. Dear friends and acquaintances recount stories of their own. In public places, behind walls and doors, voices rise. Stories float up and are deposited into the trunk of our collective unconscious. We have only to coax a lock to set the stories free.”
Book:Bag Lady: A Memoir