“We could endlessly reminisce, live in the past to an unhealthy degree, then politely kill each other some winter night before bedtime, stirring poison into our cups of whiskey-spiked chamomile tea, wearing party hats. Then, nervous about our double homicide, we could lie in bed together, holding hands again, frightened and waiting, still wondering, after all these years, if we even believed in our own souls.” Old AgeDeath And DyingSisters Book:The Coffins of Little Hope Source: The Coffins of Little Hope
“Hester, meanwhile, says we should live all of life back to front. We should be born old and age younger. Our baptism should be a ritual of our funeral. We should die as infants, content in our mothers' arms, having lost all our learning and all sense of disappointment. If only we could die, she says, not knowing we'd ever grieved.” LifeDeathAgingDisappointmentInnocenceRegrets Book:The Swan Gondola Source: The Swan Gondola
“Even when not in the act of writing Muscatine a letter, I was often composing one in my mind, situating the words just so, plunking one here, then one there, gauging how to sound worthy of his regard.” ObsessionImpressLetterImpressions Book:The Coffins of Little Hope Source: The Coffins of Little Hope