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“What he knew, he knew from books, and books lied, they made things prettier.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
“Be my mother, I said to the trees, in the language of trees, which can’t be transcribed, and they shook their hair back, and they bent low with their many arms, and they looked into my eyes as only trees can look into the eyes of a person, they touched me with the rain on their fingers till I was all droplets, till I was a mist, and they said they would.”
— Emily Berry, from “Canopy,” in Stranger, Baby
Freedom isn’t enough. What I desire doesn’t have a name yet.
Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart.
from September by Geoffrey Hill