Leah

“Fasting makes sense of the hunger. The constant internal grasping. The only sensible answer to this is to always withdraw the thing after which I grasp. To subvert. To thwart. To deny. It closes the loop. If I am hungry and I eat and I remain hungry, hunger becomes rage. But to deny fulfillment makes sense of the hunger – I don’t eat, so I am hungry.”
― Anne de Marcken, It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over

“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“He's grieving for the dad he could have been, and the dad he never had, and the dad that he DID have, and his ten-year relationship, and his life in London, and his entire sense of identity. Ed is grieving for so many versions of himself that it's hard to look at the Ed that does exist...”
― Oisín McKenna, Evenings and Weekends

“When you have arrived at the thing itself, then all you can do is compare it to something else you don’t understand. A rock. A crow. The only things that remain themselves are the ones you can never reach. The things that are too big or too far away or move too slowly to detect. Smooth. Feathered. Loved. Already lost. They will always be only what they really are, and you will never know what name to call out to them.”
― Anne de Marcken, It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over