Sage Summers

“I still believed in possibilities then, still had the sense, so peculiar to New York, that something extraordinary would happen any minute, any day, any month.”
― Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

“Some years passed, but I still did not lose that sense of wonder about New York. I began to cherish the loneliness of it, the sense that at any given time no one need know where I was or what I was doing.”
― Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

“Everything that was said to me I seemed to have heard before, and I could no longer listen.”
― Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

“It resembles nothing you’ve seen or known of. Its shape appears unnatural, as if it disobeys understood proportions. It isn’t covered in fur, feathers, scales, or skin. Instead, a shimmering kaleidoscope of colors teases where its surface might be.”
― Calvin Demmer, Her Heart Beats for Ancient Beasts