Peter Gehred

“I wish I could explain - and armed with that explanation, somehow excuse, - the seemingly unending, ongoing, relentless, inordinately intense, pathetic fixation I have with my feelings. That wilderness lurking somewhere down south in my bi-solar plexus and, simultaneously, right there in back of my eyes, demanding my attention and eternally taking my emotional temperature. How do I feel? No, really how do I feel? How could I feel? Some other way, surely. By the end of this endless archaeological self-examination, the observer part of your mind doesn't know what it's looking at anymore. Because being both archaeologist and pit is, essentially...don't make me say it...oh fuck. Okay...The pits.”
― Carrie Fisher, Shockaholic

“Sorrow and desolation have their songs as well as joy and peace. Slaves sing more to make themselves happy than to express their happiness”
― David W. Blight, Frederick Douglass: Prophet of Freedom

“But periodically I do explode. Now the good thing about this is that over time, the explosions have gotten smaller and the recovery time is faster, but what is guaranteed is that I will explode. So what I do, because I'm a good hostess (except for the Greg thing) - I provide my guests with bibs. So they don't get my crazy juice all over their nice clothes.”
― Carrie Fisher, Shockaholic

“You did not rescue me,” Casiopea replied. “I opened that chest. Besides, I wasn’t a princess in a tower. I knew I’d get away one way or another, and I was not waiting for a god to liberate me.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Gods of Jade and Shadow