Courage, dear heart. ― C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. (Zondervan September 1, 2006) Originally published 1951.
So, all regrets aside, let’s just assume I came from distant space. How else explain the blue? how else explain this silken chill, like snowfall at the heart? — John Burnside, from section 1 “Autobiography,” in “Self Portrait as Blue Baby,” Still Life with Feeding Snake (Jonathan Cape, 2017)
Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember. ― Joan Didion, Blue Nights. (Knopf; First Edition edition November 1, 2011)
Building of Unseen Cats When I woke up, it was the middle of the night and my building was on fire. The hallway was not filled with smoke, and then quickly it was. I rescued a few older men from their bathtubs, a few babies from their cribs. Outside, the air was filled… Continue reading Zachary Schomburg
Her image accompanied me even in places the most hostile to romance. — James Joyce from “Araby,” Dubliners (Grant Richards Ltd., 1914)
I remember that I am falling That I am the reason And that my words are the garment of what I shall never be Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy — W.S. Merwin, from “When You Go Away,” The Second Four Books of Poems (Port Townsend, Washington: Copper Canyon Press, 1993)