Alex

“I allow myself, for the gash of a moment, to remember what I once possessed: the abyssal ocean, the song in those depths like swimming down the black throat of a god; the searing colors moting my sisters' coils, sapphire and quartz crushed into constellations and prisms of incandescence spiraling through the dark, our tails in endless, restless motion; our mother's eyes colossal, phosphorescent; our father's ribs, still studded with our egg sacs, his heartbeat in our veins. I'd been happy there.”
― Cassandra Khaw, The Salt Grows Heavy

“Language doesn’t just allow us to describe the world as it exists: It also opens up a world of things that are not here.”
― Ray Nayler, The Mountain in the Sea

“If Jacob's ladder reached all the way to heaven, so, too, did ours.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Book of Longings

“Names are like selkie-skins, often carelessly attended, left in view of those who would misuse them. Utilized incorrectly, though, they can kill a man, can turn a girl to a thing of teeth and dead eyes, an appetite to devour worlds; can make infernos of maidens, phoenixes of bones who have been asleep for so long they've forgotten the shape of rage. Names have so much power.”
― Cassandra Khaw, The Salt Grows Heavy