It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance… I had been my whole life a bell and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.
— Annie Dillard, from “Seeing,” in Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (Harper’s Magazine Press, 1974)
Okay, we didn’t work, and all memories to tell you the truth aren’t good. But sometimes there were good times. Love was good. I loved your crooked sleep beside me and never dreamed afraid.
There should be stars for great wars like ours.
— Sandra Cisneros (via writingsforwinter)