I want the word death. I want the word God. I also want peonies and the color blue. The words are growing in the field ... like flowers, and I pick the ones I like. ~Mary Ruefle
I wonder whether with a slight adjustment ... [desire] could be cherished as a sensation on its own terms, since it is as inherent to the human condition as blue is to distance? ~Rebecca Solnit
[T]here is something so unspeakably thrilling in uncovering the other version of our life that given a few days, a few weeks, a few years, this version will be the only one worth writing ~Andre Aciman
