Eve

“I wonder if we had better not find some way to let our children know this, some way to extricate our expectations from theirs, some way to let them work through their own rejections and sullen rebellions and interludes with golf pros, unassisted by anxious prompting from the wings. Finding one's role at seventeen is problem enough, without being handed somebody else's script.”
― Joan Didion, Let Me Tell You What I Mean

“We acquire the feelings of others, especially beloved others, and imagine that what we have never seen or touched belongs to us, too, by imaginative connection.”
― Siri Hustvedt, Mothers, Fathers, and Others: Essays

“Art cannot be fixed to a single location because lived experience is not left behind in the room where the object rests unseen at night after the museum has closed its doors. The art object travels in many bodies in multiple forms and it speaks and writes and sings in many languages.It is a living thing.”
― Siri Hustvedt, Mothers, Fathers, and Others: Essays

“When you were a child, you tell me, you
lived under a tin roof, and whenever it rained, beneath its
slanting body, you’d sit and listen to the millions of pouring
droplets. In them you found tiny signs of the world, a place
where you could make sense of things through a divine sound
that poured over you.

This sound, you say, cloaked
your entire childhood, and underneath this sound were the
memories of your unfledged years.



She seems to have
cut ties with time; a minute to her would be a meaningless
sound, an hour a gentle breeze. She seems to glide through
time, as opposed to everyone else who scurries behind it;
perhaps her relationship with time has resulted in mutual
indifference, for they have lived with one another for so long
that they’ve gone their separate ways; but they respect each
other, her and time, from a metaphysical distance.”
― Nathanael Koah, Birds on a Carousel