Throwback

January 29, 2014

Throwback

“It was rather beautiful: the way he put her insecurities to sleep.
The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.”
― Christopher Poindexter

Highlights

January 5, 2014

Highlights

“Death, of course, is a refuge. It’s where you go when a new name, or a mask and cape, can no longer hide you from yourself. It’s where you run to when none of the principalities of your conscience will grant you asylum.”
― Chris Cleave

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

January 5, 2014

Baby, It's Cold Outside

Now you will feel no rain
For each of you will be shelter for the other
Now you will feel no cold
For each of you will be warmth for the other
Now there is no loneliness for you
Now there is no more loneliness.
Now you are two persons, but there is one life before you.
Go now to your dwelling place
To enter into the days of your togetherness.
And may your days be good and long upon this earth.

(Apache Blessing)

A New Year

January 5, 2014

A New Year

“I could not stop talking because now I had started my story, it wanted to be finished. We cannot choose where to start and stop. Our stories are the tellers of us. ”
― Chris Cleave

High Tea

January 4, 2014

High Tea

“Love is like breathing, you take it in and let it out.”
― Wally Lamb

At Five

January 3, 2014

At Five

“I think that most of us, anyway, read these stories that we know are not “true” because we’re hungry for another kind of truth: the mythic truth about human nature in general, the particular truth about those life-communities that define our own identity, and the most specific truth of all: our own self-story. Fiction, because it is not about someone who lived in the real world, always has the possibility of being about oneself.”
― Orson Scott Card

At Seven

January 3, 2014

At Seven

“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.”
― Margaret Atwood

Wood Workers

January 1, 2014

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“the heart has two sides
the one is joy
the other is grief
they belong together
forever
cannot be split
together they make love”
–Torbjørn Andersen