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“We tell ourselves stories in order to live...We look for the sermon in the suicide, for the social or moral lesson in the murder of five. We interpret what we see, select the most workable of the multiple choices. We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the "ideas" with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience.”

- Joan Didion, The White Album

Do I cover my home in the blood of a proverbial sacrificial goat, praying that we are passed over? That the blood thirsty fear lands at someone else’s door? I am tempted, but I know that prayers don’t prevent tragedy; they hold you up as you pass through it. Sometimes.

Imani Perry, Breathe

As a natural fact about the created world, death could indeed be considered one of the goods of creation ... If we were never to die, would we be anything in particular? Might not each moment of personal decision lose its character-forming significance if there were always to be a next one?

Kathryn Tanner, “The End”

History can be at once concrete and indecipherable. Historian can be a storydog that roams around Asia Minor collecting bits of muteness like burrs in its hide ... Note that “mute” is regarded by linguists as an onomatopoeic formation referring not to silence but to a certain fundamental opacity of human being, which likes to be hidden.

Anne Carson, Nox

When the tide rolls out

And air returns

It’s hard to remember

what the water felt like

In your lungs

When you’re close

You can see

The fingerprints on my foundation

Seams that won’t stitch

Every step was perfect, like a gift she gave herself, and she smiled, receiving it. I wanted to seize her by the shoulders. Whatever you do, I wanted to say, do not be too happy. It will bring down fire on your head. I said nothing, and let her dance.

Circe, pg. 136

But she was not ruled by her appetites; she ruled with them instead.

Circe, pg. 134

We are extremely attached to the notions of enlightenment and individuality ... the enlightenment project had this notion - this hubris - that we could control everything, when we can’t even control ourselves.

John A. Powell on On Being

The moral of that story, I think, is that being poor will kill you. Or perhaps the moral is that brides never fare well in stories, and one should avoid either being a bride, or being in a story. After all, stories can sense happiness and snuff it out like a candle.

https://granta.com/the-husband-stitch/

Atonement makes the world better than if it had never sinned at all.

American Philosophy, a love story (can’t remember which philosopher actually said this, though)

It was like training yourself to live on the smell of an apple alone, when what you really wanted was to devour it, to sink your teeth into it and consume it, seeds, core, and all.

Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere

The connections between and among women are the most feared, the most problematic, and the most potentially transformative on the planet.

Adrienne Rich

She seems so cool. So focused. So quiet. Yet her eyes remain on the horizon. You think you know everything there is to know about her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.

Neil Gaiman

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