Sandra

“something that at first sight appeared to be the luminous bones of some massive, extinct creature, now disinterred, with its ribs gathered into a neat bundle around the thick stump of a massive spinal column which time and the elements had polished to such a cool ceramic gloss that if I were to leave my hand on it I would have been surprised if it felt like anything other than glass”
― Mike McCormack, Solar Bones

“I wish we could go back to that moment. The discovering each other phase. The addictive self-revelation through another's eyes phase.”
― Vivek Shraya, The Subtweet

“They waited until I was asleep, then roused themselves, exhausted as swimmers, grey between the empty trees. Their hair in tufts, open sores where ears used to be, grubs twisting from their chests. The grotesque remains of incomplete lives, the embodied complexities of desires eternally denied.”
― Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces

“If we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.”
― Tim Kreider