Mac Carey

“Fear tastes like a rusty knife and do not let her into your house. Courage tastes like blood.”
― John Cheever, The Wapshot Chronicle

“It is hard to find California now, unsettling to wonder how much of it was merely imagined or improvised; melancholy to realize how much of anyone’s memory is no true memory at all but only the traces of someone else’s memory, stories handed down on the family network.”
― Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

“The soul is one's own affair from the beginning to the end. What is the soul? When I was a child I thought it was a little ghostly bean, kidney-shaped. I don't know why. Now I think of it as the man I am with when I am alone.”
― Margery Allingham, The Tiger in the Smoke

“It is the nature of things to be seen only once, As they happen along, bumping into each other, getting along.”
― John Ashberry