Lori

“perhaps you know that Ingeborg Bachmann poem
from the last years of her life that begins
"I lose my screams"
dear Antigone,
I take it as the task of the translator
to forbid that you should ever lose your screams”
― Anne Carson, Antigonick

“But at my back in a cold blast I hear / the rattle of bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.”
― Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

“It’s a sin for Lily to let Mercedes think it was Daddy who beat up Frances. But he has done it in the past. Surely truth can be borrowed across time without perishing. Shelf life, so to speak.”
― Ann-Marie MacDonald, Fall on Your Knees

“I had not realized how far gone she was and how much she dreaded the homecoming, the ghost. We don't know others. They are an enigma. We can't know them, especially those we are most intimate with, because habit blurs us and hope blinds us to the truth.”
― Edna O'Brien, The Little Red Chairs