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“Please. Let my words and my songs be heard.”
― Senses and Bones
― Senses and Bones
“Somewhere in the surrounding heavens, Norman Rockwell reaches for a brush to paint the modern vision for a modern people. Their bubbles fill the sky.”
― Senses and Bones
― Senses and Bones
“I stare at him, seething, and fantasize that I will lunge at him, and take his neck in both my hands, squeezing until the bones are broken and his head hangs like a dog’s ear from his body.”
― Senses and Bones
― Senses and Bones
“How much difference is there between the person we allow others to see, and the people we really are? And if it is different, which is the real us?”
― Senses and Bones
― Senses and Bones
“Her eyes remind him of the lush foliage.... Green like the crayon in the box that says green. Not forest green, not lime green, not mint, olive or sea green. Green.”
― Senses and Bones
― Senses and Bones
“The last image I have is of my skeleton… the collective cranium, vertebrae, and appendages… finally rid of its skin, its nervous system, its organs.
Bones without senses.”
― Senses and Bones
Bones without senses.”
― Senses and Bones
“I’ve been waiting for you, he said with the vocal quality of bark being torn from an old tree. Sit down.”
― Senses and Bones
― Senses and Bones
“...DO YOU EVER REALLY KNOW ANYONE?”
― Senses and Bones
― Senses and Bones
“Skin like milk with freckles across her face and shoulders. Wispy body frame, arms and legs like a spider. Black dead eyes fixed on the ceiling fan spinning her odor around the bedroom.”
― Senses and Bones
― Senses and Bones
