“We may talk a good game and write even better ones, but we never outgrow those small wounded things we were when we were five and six and seven.” WritingMayGamesFiveSixSevenWounded Author:Chris Bohjalian
“Now it is you who everyone presumes is so fragile. Wounded. Scarred. Maybe they're right. Perhaps you are. A nursery rhyme comes into your head, and, like an egg, you allow yourself to topple onto your side, your legs still pulled hard against your torso. You lie like that a long while, watching the chrome shell of the tape measure sparkle until the sun moves.” LongStillsHardMovingLyingSidesSunLegsEggsFragileNurseTapeShellsWoundedRhymeYour SideNurserySparkleTorsoNursery RhymesChrome Book:The Night Strangers Source: The Night Strangers
