harpfromhell

“Memoir is not an act of history but an act of memory, which is innately corrupt.”
― Mary Karr

“Every day I feel more like some defeated matador limping out of the arena after I've been gored, or like some general coming back from a long battle.”
― Mary Karr, Cherry

“Such a small, pure object a poem could be, made of nothing but air a tiny string of letters, maybe small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. But it could blow everybody's head off.”
― Mary Karr, Lit

“Even the best of us are at least part-time bastards.”
― Mary Karr