I Am The Hurting Kind. I Keep Searching For Proof.

A picture lives by companionship, expanding and quickening in the eyes of the sensitive observer. It dies by the same token.

Mark Rothko, Statement

Years later, back from Mexico or South America, he'd admit he was tired of history, of always discovering the ruin by ruining it,

Ada Limón, Cyrus & The Snakes

Are there two ways of knowing the world? a submissive and a devouring way. They end up roughly the same place.

Anne Carson, Kinds of Water

'I'll go.' But he doesn't go. He uses the future not the present tense

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

“You / bring out the sea in me, so wade. / Wade in this.”

— Jasmine Reid, from “Instructions for the Moon,” Deus Ex Nigrum

The darkness was more compassionate to his swollen and violent heart.

- Virginia Woolf, Orlando

I am only as much as I'm not.

Dagna Ślepowrońska, tr. Regina Grol

I remember thinking my father was mean but knowing he was kind. I remember thinking my father was kind but knowing he was mean.

Mary Ruefle, Woodtangle

I am the fire, says the fire. My body is a graveyard,

says the landscape. You’re welcome, says the landscape.

- Richard Siken, Landscape with Several Small Fires