Grace Meredith

“You know, they straightened out the Mississippi River in places, to make room for hourse and livable acreage. Occasionally the river floods these places. "Floods" is the word they use, but in fact it is not flooding; it is remembering. Remembering where it used to be. All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was. Writers are like that: remembering where we were, that valley we ran through, what the banks were like, the light that was there and the route back to our original place. It is emotional memory--what the nerves and the skin remember as well as how it appeared. And a rush of imagination is our "flooding.”
― Toni Morrison

“What a fine weather today! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself.”
― A.P. Chekhov

“I've never been in love. I've dreamt of it day and night, but my heart is like a fine piano no one can play because the key is lost.”
― Anton Chekhov, The Three Sisters

“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”
― Mikko Harvey