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“After they dreamed of the things, they were able to use wild roots and medicines and knew how to cure the people. If you're sick, where there's no doctor near, and you know an Indian person knows how to use the medicines, you ask him or her to cure you.”

— the cultural practice of “vision quests,” which includes isolation in nature, fasting, and dreams to learn ancestral knowledge

“It looks like the law's going around with a shadow. That's what I think. It's quite a few changes since they made the new Indian Act. Maybe a good thing, maybe not when a new generation is coming at their different society.”

“It looks like the law’s going around with a shadow.”

— Tom Boulanger’s observations of the new Indian Act (1951)

“He could pass through the gates of the Colony, feel freedom in his flesh and bones, but it’s too late for his spirit. His soul was snared and now is dead and buried; the weight crushing his spirit is the weight of untold tons of earth.”

“Perhaps some of them had known goodness once, but time had taken care of any trace of good they might once have had in them.”

“… the boss had gone crazy in recent months, between confinement, isolation, and having to live alongside the evil inside every man in this place.”

“By shortly after dawn, the day shone with an impenetrable whiteness that dissolved the boundaries between heaven and earth.”

“To be thrown outside would be another sentence of survival.”

“Now, he doesn’t even want freedom in his lifetime, since no one’s waiting for him anymore on the outside. He and the world both changed, but not in time with each other.”

“If we were men… She stared at her fingers curled in the dirt. It did not matter. They were not and the history of the world was written in women’s wombs and women’s blood and she would never be allowed to change it.”

chills.

“The trees were full of crows and the woods were full of madmen.”

yessss LFGG

“There was nothing that could have prepared me for a love like that, to sit and watch a dying thing grow.”

“Eamon was the kind of handsome that was carved from forests and rivers. He had the look of someone who’d spent his life in the sun, hands in the dirt.”

“I turned toward the mirror, my skin crawling as I studied the image of me standing in that room. It was me, painted onto the canvas of a life I hadn’t lived.”

“Hearing him say my name sent another chill up my spine. There was no formality in it. No edge of uncertainty. His mouth moved around it like he’d said it a thousand times.”

“How to read the coming seasons by the intuition of the trees and predict the weather by the look of the moon.” — of her grandmother’s teachings

“Susanna had simply walked into the woods one day, her belly swollen with child, and never returned.”

dude we already had this exact conversation like wtf is HAPPENINGGGG I FEEL LIKE IM GOING CRAZY

i’m officially hate-reading

oh my god he’s already reflected on his body in this way with the exact words used here

what the hell is going on. dear god, someone get an editor

pg 106 & 90 — similar musings on grief, both using the word ‘poison’ in the same thought

we all know that one person who says all their introspective musings out loud. who states quips to be interpreted, perceived as profound.

good god, the narrator is this person.

“There is only this one life, this one chance to alter the shape of the world, before we enter the eternal damnation of silence and utter darkness.”

“—they [the Medicis] can take this bronze back and melt it down, bust it, hide it away forever, but I will know what I have created here and I will be my own man despite the thousands they’ve persecuted for love.” — Donatello, in creating his vision of David

“It is not his might and brawn that win the day but rather his courage and faith.” — Donatello of David

absolutely devastated to find out this author has no other published works (according to GR); this is the work of pure art

loved this one

sooooo messy

“Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer. That was Mom and me. I was always the watcher, but with my father’s eyes on me, in these years, I became the dancer.”

the pace feels like it has completely 180’ed. more thoughts to come but whyyy. ugh