Beth Snider

“I
Have a self to recover, a queen.
Is she dead, is she sleeping?
Where has she been,
With her lion-red body, her wings of glass?

Now she is flying
More terrible than she ever was, red
Scar in the sky, red comet
Over the engine that killed her—
The mausoleum, the wax house.”
― Sylvia Plath, Ariel

“An overdose in the morning, red carpet in the evening. Only in Hollywood.”
― Daniel Ruczko, Pieces of a Broken Mind

“maybe bees are sensitive, unusually sensitive, to all the negativity in the human world. Maybe they are connected to us in come essential way that we haven't figured out yet, and their death is a warning of some sort to us, like the canaries in a coal mine, sensitive to an emergency that will soon be apparent to dull, slow human beings.”
― Teju Cole, Open City

“The language of women accustomed to violence was silence and lies.”
― Jung-Myung Lee, Broken Summer