Kelly Moore Quotes

“Kelly’s apartment sat on the second floor of a walk-up in Mission Hill, half a block from a corner deli that still had its neon “OPEN” sign flickering. The banister wobbled when I followed her upstairs, and the hallway smelled faintly like cooked rice and lemon cleaner.
When she opened the door, I stepped into a space that felt like her: warm, a little cluttered, nothing performative. A couch with mismatched pillows. A lamp with a crooked shade. A milk crate bookshelf that had everything from The Bell Jar to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead crammed beside cassette tapes and Playbills. Theater posters curled slightly at the corners. A sprig of dried lavender rested in a glass next to the stereo.”
― Alex Diaz-Granados, Comings and Goings - The Art of Being Seen : A Jim Garraty Story

“The tape kept playing—Joel crooning through the rest of An Innocent Man, track by track—but I couldn’t tell you what came after “This Night.” I know the songs were there. I remember the faint hiss between sides, the click of the auto-reverse.

But all I really remember… was her.

The warmth of her skin. The featherlight touch of her fingers moving across me like she already knew what I didn’t have words for. The way her breath caught, not with hesitation, but with grace. That album played on, but in my memory, the rest is quiet.

Only Kelly remained.”
― Alex Diaz-Granados, Comings and Goings - The Art of Being Seen : A Jim Garraty Story