Matt Bean

“When I sang with her I felt on the verge of physical translation. They were not words, exactly, that were coming out of us then. It was whatever words were filled with, the liquid or the plasma or the perfume of them, spilling out of us and eager to be free.”
― Patricia Lockwood, Priestdaddy: A Memoir

“It was only with the beginning of a settled way of life that you got towns, settlements, monocultures, and technology—all the things that are harmful to the prospects for humanity.”
― Werner Herzog, Every Man for Himself and God Against All: A Memoir

“because at that point, the point at which my acceleration began to reverse, time started running together—there was no more arc of ascension by which to measure it.”
― Jennifer Egan, Look at Me

“The snow falls in cartoonish heaps, and I think blurrily of how forms are destiny: how the rain is destined for its torrents and the snow for its drifts, and the poems for their sheafs and me for the poems. Something seizes me and I break into a sudden run down the silent street. “I am fast,” I always insist to my husband, lying motionless and stubborn in the middle of the bed. “I used to be so fast, until I grew up and got boobs.” He never believes me, but look now, I am fast again; I’m running in between the snowflakes. The unrepeating”
― Patricia Lockwood, Priestdaddy: A Memoir