Quotes from Sandra Newman

Walking out to hunt at sunrise be like stepping straight from your own dreams into birdsong and dew. Trees seem higher. Gray shy dawnlight fill their rushing crowns from underneath. Pasha stalk beside, my monster fabulous and tame, and be like fleeing every worry to a secret hush.

It was as if they had never been apart.

First I think he going to kiss me, and I brace myself to bite. But he brush his cheek past mine, until I feel his heaten breath against my tender throat. I go weak in my blood, unwanten sorrows how is good. Run through myself in scary trembling, and when his lips rest to my neck, I take my breath in startle love.

Then, in this hour stolen from the war, our love be worse beyond. We cling together with no words, until our scary silence be another nakedness.

Then I remember ice cream been a food I never taste. I wonder what my mama dream to name me for this food, as if she name me Something Lost.

My own heart's secrecy been his, my cat insanities of night.

Is nothing faithful in the world. Air itself betray.

Sudden, he be grinning. Grin like this be bursting at him, happy bigger than his face.

How it can be, that Ice Cream ain't existing anywhere. Will be no me to know I ain't there.

When you see a quote that impresses you by how powerful it is, pause and say to yourself, "But hang on, is it total bullshit?" It's amazing how often you can instantly see it's bullshit. Sometimes you can flip back and forth, profound/bullshit, like that rabbit/duck picture.

BE A FOOLISHNESS OF LIFE, HOW WE FORGET OUR HURTS IN sleep—like they unmade there, taken back into the time before. We wake in stupid innocence. Then all pains flash to memory, and every cruelty be fresh.

Doors and windows opened along the street, and women poured out, appearing on apartment balconies and porches and spilling onto the sidewalk singing. It was now revealed that this was a Hispanic neighborhood. For a moment, Ruth thought she was the only white person and felt a shameful jolt of racial paranoia.

Muy pocas mujeres en tal o cual comité ejecutivo. Otra junta directiva sin mujeres. Hombres que toman decisiones sobre los cuerpos de las mujeres. Clubes para caballeros. Los derechos de los hombres. Las revistas de mujeres. Feminismo. Hasta nunca.

I think we could be happy. But there isn't any way to save this world.

El papel de chica. Poner vocecita de niña. Usar zapatos planos para asegurarte de no ser más alta que él. La mano grande en tu hombro. Él diciéndote que todo saldrá bien. «Estás guapísima», dicho así,con esa autoridad. Dejarle tomar el mando. Dejarle conducir. Dejarle decidir. Él llevándote en brazos a la cama. El subidón de sentirte sexualmente indefensa ante eso. Ser un objeto de deseo para los hombres. Hasta nunca.

El sentimiento asfixiante de que te pisen al hablar. Un hombre poniendo voz de pito para remedarte.

She said, "It is I, the fair Israelite.

The dirty beetles had perished, and their paper armor drifted in the streets.

To Ben's eye, there were no apparent signs of wealth, though he wasn't sure what he'd expected. Fountains?

Her sadness was an ecstasy, a guilt, an assignation.

while the world became the something else of dreams, of books, of Kate.