Noël

“Inevitably, with memory comes pain.”
― Jacqueline Harpman, I Who Have Never Known Men

“I had sown the seeds of love in grave dirt; who could say what monstrous bloom would grow?”
― Kat Dunn, Bitterthorn

“To be a woman is a horror I can little comprehend.”
― Kat Dunn, Hungerstone

“Misery was a creeping thing, like the dew settling on grass or the cold fingers of frost meeting me in my bed at night and crackling the insides of my windows. I had longed to be left alone, to escape the lie of my family, only to discover this was different kind of poison. Slow acting, but lethal. At first it numbed me, pleasure leaching from my days like a summer leaf draining of sap to greet the autumn. Then loneliness came, a creeping oily stain that stopped me from enjoying it at all.”
― Kat Dunn, Bitterthorn