What is normal? Normal is only ordinary; mediocre. Life belongs to the rare, exceptional individual who dares to be different. ― V. C. Andrews, My Sweet Audrina. (Pocket Books, September 15, 1990) Originally published 1982.
The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider. One is a dock you walk out on, the other the spine of a thin swimming horse and the river each day a full measure colder. A man with cancer leaves his wife for his… Continue reading Jane Hirshfield
I eat my heart out alone. — Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran. (Random House; Reprint edition, December 30, 2003)
Our words imitate our losses. For a while we too can forget the love we didn’t show or the people we have hurt. We become the empty spaces in our dreams. — Richard Jackson, from “Bosnian Elegy,” Out of Place: Poems (The Ashland Poetry Press, 2014)