“Ingrid Bergman is a mountain of a woman, tall and robust, but in this movie she is worn down like a sand dune.”
-Carmen Maria Machado
The Simile Museum
December 28, 2019
“Some women make it look so easy, the way they cast ambition off like an expensive coat that no longer fits.”
-Jenny Offill
November 16, 2019
“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.”
-Rainer Maria Rilke
October 22, 2019
“Rather than fabulous and enviable, then, I felt in London the way you do when you take one step too many at the bottom of a flight of stairs: brought up short by the unexpected plateau and its dull, unyielding thud.”
-Lisa Halliday
September 23, 2019
“While we sped through the city, the air scraping against my face, I felt like a kite not quite catching the wind, thinking that if he could go just for a little longer and if I tightened my grip, I might take flight.”
-Christopher Gonzalez
September 7, 2019
“Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.”
– W. S. Merwin
August 23, 2019
“Human beings pass me on the street, and I want to reach out and strum them as if they were guitars.”
-Sandra Cisneros
June 7, 2019
“The wind opened and closed Rawiya’s scarf like a lung.”
-Zeyn Joukhadar
April 26, 2019
“He was hiding something he exposed by his very attempt to conceal it, flanked by a dozen of their classmates who clung to his charisma like lint.”
-Susan Choi
April 16, 2019
“For days after getting a letter he was irascible and joyful, worked day and night, foamed out ideas like a fountain. Then slowly, with desperate spurts and struggles, he came back to earth, to dry ground, ran dry.”
-Ursula K. Le Guin
