Katie

“A centuries-old song from back when Isora and me weren't friends yet, even though it was our destiny, because if there was one thing I knew it was that me and Isora were made the way things that are born to live and die together are made...”
― Andrea Abreu López, Dogs of Summer: A Novel

“The day empties its images / Like a cup or a room. The moon's crook whitens, / Thin as the skin seaming a scar.”
― Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water: Sylvia Plath's Triumphant Poetry Collection Exploring Tensions Between Desire and Duty

“When we had finally become friends, when the four of us trusted each other enough to let the world surrounding us into our words, we whispered secrets, pressed side by side by side or sitting cross-legged in our newly tight circle. We opened our mouths and let the stories that had burned nearly to ash in our bellies finally live outside of us.”
― Jacqueline Woodson, Another Brooklyn

“The bold gulls dove as if they owned it all. / We picked up sticks of driftwood and beat them off, / Then stepped down the steep beach shelf and into the water. / We kicked and talked. The thick salt kept us up. / I see us floating there yet, inseparable—two cork dolls. / What keyhole have we slipped through, what door has shut? / The shadows of the grasses inched round like hands of a clock, / And from our opposite continents we wave and call. / Everything has happened.”
― Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water: Sylvia Plath's Triumphant Poetry Collection Exploring Tensions Between Desire and Duty