Violet Woods

“What is it, to remember nothing, of what one loved?”
― Chen Chen, When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities

“Outside the dark pink air
was already hot and alive with cries.”
― Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse

“I am writing all this down in blue ink, so as to remember that all words, not just some, are written in water.”
― Maggie Nelson, Bluets

“The way grief is really about future absence. The way the future closes its offices when a mother dies. What's left: a hole in the ground the size of violence.”
― Victoria Chang, Obit