i have what i have and i am happy i've lost what i've lost and i am still happy -outlook From the poetry book "Milk & Honey"
And love is not the easy thing The only baggage that you can bring... And love is not the easy thing The only baggage you can bring Is all that you can't leave behind And if the darkness is to keep us apart And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off And... Continue Reading →
"It goes on and on, and finally there are only others' recollections of your behavior--your bizarre, frenetic, aimless behaviors--for mania has at least some grace in partially obliterating memory." "But then back on lithium and rotating on the same planet at the same pace as everyone else, you find your credit is decimated, your mortification... Continue Reading →
"I will light a fire on cool evenings and toast apples at my own hearth. I will raise white cats and sew white curtains for the windows and sometimes come out of my door to go to the store to buy cinnamon and tea and thread. People will come to me to have their fortunes... Continue Reading →
"The shop smelled of stale smoke, damp, and plastic dust covers, and it's narrow and dingy and dirty and overcrowded, partially because that's what I wanted--that is what record shops should look like, and only Phil Collins's fans bother with those that look as clean and wholesome as a suburban habitat--and partly because I can't... Continue Reading →
"Of living a life so quiet he would not need ears." "He floated along thinking he would like to love the world as it was, and he felt a great deal of accomplishment for the occasions when he did, since the other was so easy." "They had, as well, invented a holiday called Thanksgiving, which... Continue Reading →
"Things Said and Done" by Ann Packer and "Eyewall" by Lauren Groff were included in the short story collection, "The Pen/O'Henry Prize Stories": The Best Stories of the Year 2012". Edited by Laura Furman. "Things Said and Done" by Ann Packer "He will fall ill someday, whether he's ill now or not, and someday he... Continue Reading →
“Many women are singing together of this: one is in a shoe factory cursing the machine, one is at the aquarium tending a seal, one is dull at the wheel of her Ford, one is at the toll gate collecting, one is tying the cord of a calf in Arizona, one is straddling a cello... Continue Reading →