Nancy

“And in those moments when the two of them are playing dead, I quietly climb back upstairs because, as time passes and as I spot my parents doing young, lighthearted things, I'm overrun by some cruel and preoccupying sense that I'm watching the memory of them.”
― Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays

“Let me in, enclose me, tell me who I was.”
― Margaret Atwood

“And when I am alone with myself, this is what I am waiting for someone to do to me, with merciless, deliberate hands, to put me down onto the canvas so that when I’m gone, there will be a record, proof that I was here”
― Raven Leilani, Luster

“I think of that spring morning, just before dawn. how she appeared at my side on the bench. how I felt so suddenly alive with possibility. saw in her a wondrous world, an open hand, a person I knew in my bones would be someone I’d love. how I had no idea. how the not knowing was the most wonderful and terrible thing. maybe I could do it again. Imagine her back. live on the roofs and trees of my mind with another her beside me forever. take her mesh hand in mine and this time never let go”
― Mona Awad