Geena

“souls are not re-cast with a change of decor”
― 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

“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

“When I was a child, I loved old men, and I could tell that they also loved me. They loved how eager I was to please them, how much I wanted them to think well of me. They would wink at me, and find me precocious. I would encounter them at church, and at family gatherings, and as friends of my friends' parents. They were the husbands of my dance instructors, or my science or history teachers.”
― Julia May Jonas, Vladimir