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“As in childhood we live sweeping close to the sky and now, what dawn is this.”
― Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse

“I’ll finish your fairy tale. You forgot to mention the snake. In the story the apple poisons the snake, and Eve packs her books and moves out of paradise. The End.”
― Jenny Hval, Paradise Rot

“Three ancient musicians hunched there— piano, guitar, accordion. None of them looked less than seventy years old, the accordion player so frail each time he swayed his shoulders around a corner of the melody Geryon feared the accordion would crush him flat. It gradually became clear that nothing could crush this man. Hardly glancing at one another the three of them played as one person, in a state of pure discovery. They tore clear and clicked and locked and unlocked, they shot their eyebrows up and down. They leaned together and wove apart, they rose and cut away and stalked one another and flew up in a cloud and sank back down on waves.”
― Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

“A paste of blue cloud untangled itself on the red sky over the harbour.”
― Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse