“He felt the mystery of his own unconscious like a whale looming invisibly beneath a tiny swimmer. If he couldn’t search or retrieve or view his own past, then it wasn’t his. It was lost.”
-Jennifer Egan
“He felt the mystery of his own unconscious like a whale looming invisibly beneath a tiny swimmer. If he couldn’t search or retrieve or view his own past, then it wasn’t his. It was lost.”
-Jennifer Egan
“She came into his eyes sudden and permanent as a photograph.”
-Tracy O’Neill
“Reading about craft is like listening to yourself breathe.”
-Zadie Smith
“Uncle Sean was as blandly ugly as a big toenail.”
-Karen Russell
“…silent as a fig.”
-Gayl Jones
“By August, we are sluggish with love and slide two / barrettes into the night of my hair. Like twin fireflies. / Like rabbit feet dyed blue and downhearted, stamping the side of my head. July’s shadow is almost rot and we haven’t spoke in days.”
-Megan Fernandes
“The streets run steeply up and down, ad the streetcars travel back and forth like rooms ablaze with light.”
-Herta Müller