She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking. — Angela Carter, from “The… Continue reading Angela Carter
Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an’ tho’ a cloud’s shape nor hue nor size don’t stay the same, it’s still a cloud an’ so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud’s blowed from or who the soul’ll be ‘morrow? Only Sonmi the east an’ the west an’ the compass an’ the… Continue reading David Mitchel
Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. – Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin. (Virago Press Ltd; New Ed edition May 19, 2001)
When you are small, if you reach out, and nobody takes your hand, you stop reaching out, and reach inside, instead. — Amanda Eyre Ward, How to Be Lost. (Ballantine Books; Reprint edition August 30, 2005)
We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing. — David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas. (Random House Trade Paperbacks August 17, 2004)
Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition. — Ann Aguirre, Blue Diablo. (Roc; Reprint edition April 7, 2009)
Maybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets. — Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger. (Knopf Books for Young Readers; Reprint edition May 9, 2006) Originally published 2002.