Geena

“I worried that I didn’t know how to play the glorious possibilities of the hand I’d been dealt. Someone else would make great use of this characterful nose, the desire to please, would know what to do with my kind family, great education, and my sympathetic nature. All these gifts had gone largely wasted on me. But it was complicated, this feeling I had, as the sparks melted into a confusion of light – because while I did envy other people for being them, I pitied them for never getting to be me.”
― Bea Setton, Berlin

“I’ve never been very good at ‘going with it’. I don’t think I ever fully immerse myself in anything. My body is in the stream, true, but I’ve always got my head a little above the water. I’m always looking down at myself, watching how my legs thrash about, and how the fish and weeds flow all around me.”
― Bea Setton, Berlin

“I've lied because I found people's desire to know the truth invasive and their assumption I would tell the truth presumptive. People think they are entitled to honest answers, but I've never been very honest because I don't want to be depressing.”
― Bea Setton, Berlin

“He looks at her then, her Christ, with his wounded eyes, and she sees what she had not seen before. He is in love. He is in love with her, he is in love with the sparrow and the river, he is in love with the root and trunk and flower of it all, the entire creation, and his fear and his love are inseparable. He has love even for the fear, and it is through the vulnerable door, the portal of fear, the spear in his side that will come tomorrow, that Aleys glimpses, for a fleeting moment, the unutterable vastness of her beloved.”
― Janet Rich Edwards, Canticle: A Novel