“I have missed you so much I could kiss you,” he whispered. September’s face fell. “Oh, but Saturday! I’ve had my First Kiss and I didn’t mean to, I didn’t want to, but your shadow is very rude and impulsive, and he took it before I could say two words! And I’ve had my second… Continue reading Catherynne M. Valente
You trip over a word while carrying a tray of vocabulary out to the pool only to discover that broken glass is a good topic. ― Billy Collins, from “Poem,” The Apple That Astonished Paris. (Univ of Arkansas Pr; First Edition edition, February 1988)
But who saved me from the truth? No one ever spared me that. The world needs the truth. No matter how painful. Because when people bury the truth it festers. — Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955. (Mariner Books; First edition, March 26, 1975) Originally published 1966.
I wish to show you the darkness you are so afraid of. Trust me. This darkness is a place you can enter and be as safe in as you are anywhere; you can put one foot in front of the other and believe the sides of your eyes. Memorize it. You will know it again… Continue reading Margaret Atwood