Nikki

“Work will be your mother, she whispered; it will lead you through dark days; it will clear you a level place to rest at last.”
― Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins

“Be wise, decant the wine, and since our space is brief, cut back your far-reaching hope. Even while we talk, envious time has fled away: seize the day, put little trust in what is to come.”
― Horace, Carpe diem

“On the porch, green-shuttered, cool,
Asleep is Bertram, that bronze boy,
Who, having wound her around a spool,
Sends her spinning like a toy
Out to the garden, all alone,
To sit and weep on a bench of stone.

Soon the purple dark will bruise
Lily and bleeding-heart and rose,
And the little Cupid lose
Eyes and ears and chin and nose,
And Jane lie down with others soon
Naked to the naked moon.”
― Donald Justice

“On the whole I am inclined to think that a witch should not kiss. Perhaps it is the not being kissed that makes her a witch; perhaps the source of her power is the breath of loneliness around her.”
― Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins