Leanne B

“A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

“I lay in the dark thinking about the difficulties of family, how crazy and crooked the stories of a bloodline can be.”
― Patrick deWitt, The Sisters Brothers

“Memory plays tricks. Memory is another word for story, and nothing is more unreliable.”
― Ann-Marie MacDonald, Fall On Your Knees

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby