I Am Only As Much As I'm Not.

Never finish a war without starting another.

Richard Siken, Birds Hover the Trampled Field

Some people are just that good, they have this soldier-saint part of them intact and it takes your breath because you keep forgetting human beings can sometimes be paragons.

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

“You / bring out the sea in me, so wade. / Wade in this.”

— Jasmine Reid, from “Instructions for the Moon,” Deus Ex Nigrum

I’ve felt a peculiar attachment to the t’s of the past: weep, wept, sleep, slept, leave, left. There’s a finality there,

- Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“Those lovers are mostly gone. My hands remain—: like altars.”

— Natalie Diaz, from The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones—: These Hands If Not Gods (via wishbzne)

He just cried on, this hopeless hard retching as if the tears were shards and each one cut as it came out.

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

Are there two ways of knowing the world? a submissive and a devouring way. They end up roughly the same place.

Anne Carson, Kinds of Water

we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person.

- Virginia Woolf, Orlando

from behind a / pillar / of unarrived / moments

- Zofia Zarębianka, tr. Regina Grol

What fragments of her history live in my body?

- Heather Christle, The Crying Book