Duma Key

Pain is the biggest power of love.

Speak, memory, that I may not forget the taste of roses nor the sound of ashes in the wind; That I may once more taste the green cup of the sea.’

It seemed that in the end, only time could issue a divorce decree.

Believing is also feeling.

Art is the concrete artifact of faith and expectation, the realization of a world that would otherwise be little more than a veil of pointless consciousness stretched over a gulf of mystery.

Any fool with steady hands and a working set of lungs can build up a house of cards and then blow it down, but it takes a genius to make people laugh.”

a good liar never varies her story.

Remembering forgetting. It’s like looking into a hall of mirrors.

when memory takes its strongest hold, our own bodies become ghosts, haunting us with the gestures of our younger selves.

she had whistled for a dog and gotten a wolf.