carys iole preston

“I am home, she thought, and stopped in wonder at the thought. I am home, I am home, she thought; now to climb.”
― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

“You want to be clean. You think you came here covered with soap and you think you will go out covered with soap—and you do not want to stink, not even for five minutes, in the meantime.’ He grasped me by the collar, wrestling and caressing at once, fluid and iron at once: saliva spraying from his lips and his eyes full of tears, but with the bones of his face showing and the muscles leaping in his arms and neck. ‘You want to leave Giovanni because he makes you stink. You want to despise Giovanni because he is not afraid of the stink of love. You want to kill him in the name of all your lying little moralities. And you—you are immoral. You are, by far, the most immoral man I have met in all my life. Look, look what you have done to me. Do you think you could have done this if I did not love you? Is this what you should do to love?”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“I have no literary interests; I am made of literature. I am nothing else and cannot be anything else.”
― Franz Kafka

“Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me.”
― Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues