Julia Armfield
- Our Wives Under the Sea
At around six this morning, Leah woke and immediately had a nosebleed. I've been sleeping in the room across the hall and so didn't actually see this but I've grown accustomed to her patterns, even at this state of half remove. I'd already been ready for it, had actually woke at six fifteen, in time to pass her a flannel in the bathroom, run the taps, and tell her not to put her head back. You could set your watch to it these days-red mouth in the morning, red chin, red spill into the sink.
Carmen Maria Machado
Next week, I will be thirty. The sand is blowing into my mouth, my hair, the center crevice of my notebook, and the sea is choppy and gray. Beyond it, I can see the cottage, a speck on the far shore. I keep thinking I can see the virus blooming on the horizon like a sunrise. I realize the world will continue to turn, even with no people on it. Maybe it will go a little faster.
Michelle Williams
Acting sometimes reminds me of therapy in that the more you talk about a traumatic or profound event, the more it loses its emotional tension. The trick is to live in so much mystery, to rely on a feeling, an instinct, on faith, really, that everything I need is already inside me, and best I just don't block the exit.
Dessa
- 511
There's only four ways to acquire anyone says different is a salesman or a liar - you can find it, earn it, make it, or steal it. I haven't found a single way to keep it. 'Cause you can leash it, it'll leave. You can teach it to stay and it'll leave. You can case and display it, decay and waste it away, and day by day it leaves you by degrees.
Ray Bradbury
- Fahrenheit 451
How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know that refracted your own light to you? People were more often - he searched for a simile, found one in his work - torches, blazing away until they whiffed out.
