And so, now, she runs. In her running, her mind leaves her. And she can hear nothing but her heart, the blast making her deaf. There is a great white silent empty in her running. She runs.
Truth is in our blood. It is the essennce of our being. It is the best part of us, the core of what makes us human. It is our soul, our fundamental genetic beauty, and our spirit. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>We were created perfect, and despite...
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Daniel Mackler
She knew, now, why her father had not spoken of the last war, nor Alistair of his. It was hardly fair on the living.
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Chris Cleave
There is, in every event, whether lived or told, always a hole or a gap, often more than one. If we allow ourselves to get caught in it, we find it opening onto a void that, once we have slipped into it, we can never...
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Brian Evenson
How resilient was the body, to return to its prior form so quickly! Yet the mind was formed of a less pliable substance. The emptiness in her thoughts would not be so easily filled. Instead there was a hollowness among them-a place she had reserved...
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Galen Beckett
I watch what happens below and Iam grateful that I can smell my smell, smell my smell and live while below me it happens, it happens that night bright as day, but I cannot name it, those things that happened while I watched, and I...
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Chris Abani
More Quotes By Lidia Yuknavitch
I just want my stories to be mine.
I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodkahoney.
Leslie Marmon Silko whispers the story is long. No, longer. Longer than that even. Longer than anything. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>With Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath drink at the bar. Laugh the dark laughter in the dark light. Sing a dark drunken song of men. <span...
But more often there are regular people in the pool. Beautiful women seniors doing water aerobics - mothers and grandmothers and great grandmothers - their massive breasts and guts reminding you how it is that women carry worlds. When I swim by them I watch...
Sometimes a mind is just born late, coming through waves on a slower journey. You were never, in the end, alone. Isn’t it a blessing, what becomes from inside the alone.
