Müshell Elaine

“Everything imprecise, but suddenly in imprecision she found a clearness that she had only sensed and hadn’t been able to possess entirely. Perturbed she thought: everything, everything. Words are pebbles rolling in the river. It wasn’t happiness that she felt then, but what she felt was fluid, sweetly amorphous, resplendent instant, somber instant.”
― Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart

“Time passes. Listen. Time passes.
Come closer now.
Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night.”
― Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood

“Once in a while I lie there, as the television runs, and I read something wild and ancient from one of several collections of folktales I own. Apples that summon sea maidens, eggs that fulfill any wish, pears that make people grow long noses that fall off again. Then sometimes I get up and don my robe and go out into our quiet neighborhood looking for a magic thread, a magic sword, a magic horse.”
― Denis Johnson, The Largesse of the Sea Maiden