#the wallcreeper

[schasem]

Principles are inherently dead. They're based on past experience. If you say you have principles, you've just admitted you have no hope of ever getting rich.

Nell Zink, The Wallcreeper

[jmscha]

After a while, I decided he might be on to something. I had been treating myself as resources to be mined. Now I know I am the soil where I grow.

Nell Zink, The Wallcreeper

[ulrichgebert]

Dann waren wir auch noch auf einer Dichterlesung. Sind wir kulturbeflissen! Mit der herrlichen, witzigen, blitzgescheiten, unwahrscheinlichen Nell Zink, und in nächster Nähe zum Entstehungsort des Buches.

[lifeinpoetry]

I’ve never met anybody I can be entirely sure I’ve actually met.

Nell Zink, from The Wallcreeper

[lifeinpoetry]

I wanted to hear my own whispers in the next room and know that I was thinking of me

Nell Zink, from The Wallcreeper

[markdelabeast]

… I couldn’t even day in my bed and read anymore without being overwhelmed by memories. I couldn’t even call them memories. Actually I was painfully turned on. I felt like a cat in heat with hallucinations. I thought, wow, love is as strong as death! I never understood that before, and now I know it!

Nell Zink, The Wallcreeper

[paginations-blog]

They say in space no one can hear you scream, but why would a person with a sense of dignity scream anywhere else?

Nell Zink — The Wallcreeper

[paginations-blog]

Elvis was flighty. He had tight pants and a degree in superannuated theory from Ljubljana. He was always broke a week before payday. "I take what I want," he liked to say. He was hopelessly in love with his own thoughts, watching them like a show on TV, zapping through the channels. But he trusted his eyes, which was nice. He would absent-mindedly taste my sweat, or try the weight and flexibility of my hair, comparing it to heavy gold as if he had pulled off the heist of the century. My eyes struck him as particularly expensive. Objectifying my body saved him from objectifying my mind. He moved gracefully through and around me like a wave.

Nell Zink — The Wallcreeper