Tracey D

“Time will wind its own sweet way. We have no choice but to keep up.”
― Donal Ryan, The Queen of Dirt Island

“Happiness was a strange notion, something that was wrapped neatly, and packed into the closing scenes of television shows and daytime films, sharply relieved on the screen, but blurry in real life, a vague ideal”
― Donal Ryan, The Queen of Dirt Island

“At first, he was kindly disposed to these men, young as they were, skinny, sometimes shoeless rural boys, most from farms too poor to afford slaves. It had seemed to him an evil fate, a geographical accident, that had forced them to take up arms in what was, to him, a war to secure the rich man’s wealth. Beyond what was strictly required for their care, he would talk to them, to better know their minds. But after a time, he had stopped seeking such dialogue. They were, all of them, lost to a narrative untethered to anything he recognized as true. Their mad conception of Mr. Lincoln as some kind of cloven-hoofed devil’s scion, their complete disregard—denial—of the humanity of the enslaved, their fabulous notions of what evils the Federal government intended for them should their cause fail—all of it was ingrained so deep, beyond the reach of reasonable dialogue or evidence. Scott had become convinced that a total obliteration of their rebellion was the only way forward. And since the drift of things was strong in that direction, he would see it through to the end.”
― Geraldine Brooks, Horse

“A problem is only insoluble to the sufferer; to others, it may have a comic or exasperating simplicity. It occurred to me that at this juncture I had become locked in, like one of my wretched patients for whom the moment for an easy solution has passed. I couldn’t go forward in my life – whatever remained of it – until I had a better understanding of what was past. This was the ‘hard work’ that as a young therapist I had glibly recommended to my patients; but for me it seemed better to turn to the old standbys: denial, sensual pleasure or a change of subject – to Newton, or Matthew Arnold.”
― Sebastian Faulks, Where My Heart Used to Beat