Jane Avrich > Quotes

“Even now I'll see her looking at him, her eyes milky yet full of longing, and all he ever gives her is a gentle, absent nod. Perhaps this is the nature of true deprivation - a lifetime of love, tenderly spurned.”
― Jane Avrich, The Winter Without Milk: Whimsical and Cerebral Short Stories – Reimagining Oedipus, Lady Macbeth, Scheherezade

“To know our refuse is to know ourselves. We mark our own trail from past to present with what we've used and consumed, fondled, rejected, outgrown.”
― Jane Avrich, The Winter Without Milk: Whimsical and Cerebral Short Stories – Reimagining Oedipus, Lady Macbeth, Scheherezade

“Only now, when it is too late, do I long for Dearth. I was a misbegotten child of bad blood and bile, and I mistook my own orneriness for cleverness. I presumed to know what happiness was - something I could possess, like a marble, or a man. Something I could only find elsewhere. But just when I started to find it at home, I outfoxed myself and lost it forever.”
― Jane Avrich, The Winter Without Milk: Whimsical and Cerebral Short Stories – Reimagining Oedipus, Lady Macbeth, Scheherezade