Tiffany

“Have you ever made a scene,' you said, filling in a Thomas Kinkade house, 'and then put yourself inside it? Have you ever watched yourself from behind, going further and deeper into that landscape, away from you?'

How could I tell you that what you were describing was writing? How could I say that we, after all, are so close, the shadows of our hands, on two different pages, merging?”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“Two languages cancel each other out, suggests Barthes, beckoning a third. Sometimes our words are few and far between, or simply ghosted. in which case the hand, although limited by the borders of skin and cartilage, can be the third language that animates where the tongue falters.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“Sometimes, when I’m careless, I think survival is easy: you just keep moving forward with what you have, or what’s left of what you were given, until something changes—or you realize, at last, that you can change without disappearing, that all you had to do was wait until the storm passes you over and you find that—yes—your name is still attached to a living thing.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“What are we made of but hunger and rage?”
― Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry (By the Winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature)