“The hems of the dress that I wore dragged along the slush of mud on the ground and my sleeves snagged against the branches that had been stripped of its leaves.”
“It always moves me and makes me feel better about life and is the perfect antidote to all the ersatz sentiment that sprays over us like noxious slush at Christmas time.”
“Sooner or later, every editor reads slush, if not all of it, then at least the slush that's passed up the line to him by the people who are paid to read nothing but slush.”
