Zoë

“Just when you think you have summed everything up,
painted it clearly and given meaning to what was once just
a pool of colored paint, another canvas crops up blank and
ready to be filled.”
― Emily Franklin

“I realized that was how heartbreak occurred. Your heart wants something, but reality resists it.”
― Zinzi Clemmons, What We Lose

“Perhaps I should go back a few years earlier. My parents, who travelled from Odessa, the Russian city on the Black Sea, shortly before the 1914 war, were part of a vast migration of Jews fleeing Tsarist oppression to the dream of America that obsessed poor men all over Europe. The tailors thought of it as a place where people had, maybe, three, four different suits to wear. Glaziers grew dizzy with excitement reckoning up the number of windows in even one little skyscraper. Cobblers counted twelve million feet, a shoe on each. There was gold in the streets for all trades; a meat dinner every single day. And Freedom. That was not something to be sneezed at, either.

But my parents never got to America.”
― Emanuel Litvinoff, Journey through a Small Planet

“Not everybody's the heroine, you know. Some of us just have bit parts in somebody else's
story.”
― Holly Schindler, A Blue So Dark