Beth_Adele

“They have to be born, you know," the Third Rail says. "They don't come from nowhere! When a child sits in her chair with a clean suzuri and her long brush, she believes she is writing, but she is simply calling to these poor lambs, calling them to attend her, to pass through her. We can hardy keep up with the demand; the pollination season is intense. And yet, they learn fewer and fewer kanji as the years go by, and more and more English, more katakana, more foreign things. The graveyard is on another train, where turtles set incense on the stones of words no one learns in your world anymore, words passed out of reach of any mouth. It is important work we do. We hope you agree, of course, but we are willing to admit it foolish if you call it so.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Palimpsest

“When one made love to zero
spheres embraced their arches
and prime numbers caught their breath...”
― Raymond Queneau, Pounding the Pavements, Beating the Bushes and Other Pataphysical Poems

“He was an answer to a question she'd forgotten to ask.”
― Melissa Marr, Ink Exchange

“I prefer empty cages, Sabina, until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams.”
― Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love