One of my favorites.
One of my favorites.
“At times I feel as if I lived all this before and that I have already written these very words, but I know it was not I: it was another woman, who kept her notebooks so that one day I could use them. I write, she wrote, that memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly...”
“And perhaps the only way to grant justice- were that even possible- is by hearing and recording those stories over and over again so that they come back, always, to haunt and shame us.”
“ I need someone. I need to hold somebody close. And I need more than this holding. I need someone to understand how I feel at a time like now. And the understanding must be part of the holding.”
“She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order.”
“You don‘t have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you can never go back.”
“There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.”