Dip Your Hands Into That Dark And Believe Whatever You Touch.

An attempt to intensify the horror by containing it in symmetry.

- Heather Christle, The Crying Book

but indirectly children know everything there is to know. They just don't know why.

Nancy Milford, Savage Beauty

It was all infinite emptiness, except when we were together making love. And even then I dreaded the moments to come, when he would be gone. I experienced pleasure like a future pain.

Annie Ernaux, Simple Passion

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

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

- Virginia Woolf, Orlando

he does not understand the reason for the moon

Garous Abdolmalekian, Long Poem of Loneliness tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey

and I never knew survival was like that. If you live, you look back and beg for it again, the hazardous bliss before you know what you would miss.

Ada Limón, Before

october, mary oliver

'I'll go.' But he doesn't go. He uses the future not the present tense

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

I always want to see you laughing. It belongs to you.

Anaïs Nin, Henry and June