Quotes from Zoë Landale

Those loves have gone beyond now, rocketed off to Antares while you were buffing your table with beeswax polish to get some glow back to your life, make it mean something because that's the fear, isn't it, all this time on the cloud-swathed earth that you haven't done what you were meant to, some large and noble design you've occasionally caught glimpses of, and lost.

We name it and let sorrow's lightning discharge through us. And it's not like we're free even then. We move forward companioned with spirits. This place of desolation is one we will visit often. It is here we learn to be permeable as an estuary, to breathe more deeply. To open our hands.

Three times in the wild, you've glimpsed cougars. They have the unpredictable beauty of a waterspout, lethal verbs that haven't yet struck an unsuspecting noun. How many have seen a two hundred–foot waterspout whirl up a glacier-green inlet? The word, terror, isn't harsh enough.