Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Karen Russell

Quote by Karen Russell

“If Sawtooth could put words to the brambled knot forming in his throat, he would tell her: Girl, don't go. I am marooned in this place without you. What I feel for you is more than love. It's stronger, peninsular. You connect me to the Mainland. You are my leg of land over dark water.”

Quote by Karen Russell

Book:St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
Create image

Work

St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves

Browse quotes and source details for this work. more

Author

Karen Russell
Karen Russell

Karen Russell is an acclaimed American novelist, born on July 10, 1981. Her works are known for their unique imagination, rich symbolism, and profound social insights. Russell's novels often explore themes of human-nature relationships, cultural conflicts, and the exploration of personal identity. more

You May Also Like

“It's go time.' He takes my elbow and gentles me down the planks with such tenderness that I am suddenly very afraid. But there's no sense making the plunge slow and unbearable. I take a running leap down the pier- ... -and launch over the water. It's my favorite moment: when I'm one toe away from flight and my body takes over. The choice is made, but the consequence is still just an inky shimmer beneath me. And I'm flying, I'm rushing to meet my own reflection-”

Karen RussellHaunting Olivia
Book:St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
Create image

“We sang at the chapel annexed to the home every morning. We understood that this was the humans' moon, the place for howling beyond purpose. Not for mating, not for hunting, not for fighting, not for anything but the sound itself. And we'd howl along with the choir, hurling every pitted thing within us at the stained glass.”

Karen RussellGirls Raised By WolvesSt Lucys Home
Book:St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
Create image

“We know that Rangi can at least mutter because Digger Gibson says he used to talk to the bear. In his group home for orphaned Moa boys, Rangi had a pet cinnamon bear. I saw her once. She was just a wet-nosed cub, a cuff of pure white around her neck. Rangi found her on the banks of the Waitiki River and walked her around on a leash. He filed her claws and fed her tiny, smelly fishes. They shot her the day his new father, Digger, came to pick him up. "Burying that bear," I overheard Digger tell Mr. Oamaru once. "The first thing we ever did together as father and son." Rangi's given us this global silent treatment ever since, a silence he extends to people, animals, ice.”

Karen RussellAccident BriefOccurrence 00 422
Book:St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
Create image

“There's something pitiable and terrifying about the unconscious bully. His crumpled nose and hat. ... This is the first true thing that Brauser and I have ever shared, this fear, besides dog-eared songbooks and cafeteria noodles. I wonder, briefly, if I could eat Brauser if it came to that. At this point, we have been alone on the glacier for fourteen minutes.”

Karen RussellAccident BriefOccurrence 00 422
Book:St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
Create image

“She was still loping around on all fours, her fists blue-white from the strain. As if she were holding a secret tight to the ground. Sister Maria de la Guardia would sigh every time she saw her. "Caramba!" She'd sit down with Mirabella and pry her fingers apart. "You see?" she'd say softly, again and again. "What are you holding on to? Nothing, little one. Nothing.”

Karen RussellGirls Raised By WolvesSt Lucys Home
Book:St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
Create image