Kerry Grannis

“This was life; you went down with the ship. Who was to say that wasn't a love story?”
― Matthew Thomas, We Are Not Ourselves

“For there was nothing here, no angels, no harps, no gates, no fires singeing the sins back into the sinner, no hungry spirits wandering the land and standing in the cold outside the firelight of the living. There was only wind drawing itself endlessly over the dark crowns of the pines, over the face of the water, over the mountains' icy peaks, over the great wide golden stretches of the teeming land. The wind passed, even as it is passing now, over all the people who find themselves so dulled by the concerns of their own bodies and their own hungers that they cannot stop for a moment to feel its goodness as it brushes against them. And feel it now, so soft, so eternal, this wind against your good and living skin.”
― Lauren Groff, The Vaster Wilds

“She wanted a man whose trunk was thick but whose bark was thin, who flowered beautifully, even if only for her.”
― Matthew Thomas, We Are Not Ourselves

“We can see through all your disguises: the paths of day, the paths of darkness, whichever paths you take - we're right behind you, following you like a trail of smoke, like a long tail, a tail made of girls, heavy as memory, light as air: twelve accusations, toes skimming the ground, hands tied behind our backs, tongues sticking out, eyes bulging, songs choked in our throats.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad