Mari

“Perhaps the human race had yet to be born. Perhaps it was all a deception by the government. It hadn't happened yet. This life was nothing but the womb.”
― Joy Williams, The Changeling

“The world of dew
is the world of dew.
And yet, and yet--”
― Issa Kobayashi, The Dumpling Field: Haiku of Issa

“Memory is the resurrection. The dead move among us the living in our memory and that is the resurrection.”
― Joy Williams, The Changeling

“The writer doesn’t want to disclose or instruct or advocate, he wants to transmute and disturb. He cherishes the mystery, he cares for it like a fugitive in his cabin, his cave. He
doesn’t want to talk it into giving itself up. He would never turn it in to the authorities, the mass mind. The writer is somewhat of a fugitive himself, actually. He wants to escape his time, the obligations of his time, and, by writing, transcend
them. The writer does not like to follow orders, not even the orders of his own organizing intellect.”
― Joy Williams