Wednesday, June 27, 2012

“Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.”

Patricia A. McKillip, In The Forests of Serre

Monday, June 25, 2012

I still didn't really like Beloved

“Don’t ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn’t fall in love, I rose in it.”

Toni Morrison, Jazz

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

A Kind Editor

“I miss you because memory
is a kind editor.
The past is a long scroll and
in it is the story of us,
told with gentle metaphor, and
words that bring
you back and back, even as you
lie there, lying.”

Return Key,” Cory Mesler

Thursday, June 14, 2012

cry cry cry

“Sometimes I think the loneliness inside of me is going to explode through my skin and sometimes I’m not sure if crying or screaming or laughing through the hysteria will solve anything at all. Sometimes I’m so desperate to touch, to be touched, to feel, that I’m almost certain I’m going to fall off a cliff in an alternate universe where no one will ever be able to find me.”

Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

Friday, June 1, 2012

“I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.”

Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner