Stacia

“When I reached her room, I didn't go in. I sat on the floor outside her door, and I cried the tears I knew I wouldn't be able to bring forth once she was gone. I cried tears for the poet and through her I cried tears for my mother and for my father. I must have fallen asleep right there in the corridor, for I was woken when the sun took over from the moon, by a nurse arriving to check on Kingfisher. She took me wordlessly to the staff room and made me a cup of coffee with both milk and sugar, and gave me tissues to wipe my face. How many kind strangers there are, for all of us, and how often they know the value of silence and soft hands.”
― Rozie Kelly, Kingfisher

“I unlatched the shutters. The light was as intense as a love affair. I was blinded, delighted, not just because it was warm and wonderful, but because nature measures nothing. Nobody needs this much sunlight. Nobody needs droughts, volcanoes, monsoons, tornadoes either, but we get them, because our world is as extravagant as a world can be. We are the ones obsessed by measurement. The world just pours it out.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

“I can never figure out if he really believes the things he says he believes in, or if he's just killing time, or gets pumped up by fake news the way other people do about sport. He reels off information that not even the most poorly informed of my aunts and uncles would dream of repeating in a co-op group chat, and for Conejo it's all true, with no room for doubt: truth is a state of mind, a lifestyle choice.”
― Daniel Saldaña París, The Dance and the Fire

“I said, 'How would you define psychosis?'
He wrote on a piece of paper with his pencil:
Psychosis: out of touch with reality.
Since then, I have been trying to find out what reality is, so that I can touch it.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping