Quotes from Sandra Lim

We know what it's like to fall in love and be disassembled, but we still want to pull death right off the bodies of one another.

Your disbelief is a later novel emerging in the long, long shadow of an earlier one—

To relieve ourselves of open-ended narrative, we read into the winter stars all evening. There are just stars and stars and stars.

From half-dark to half-dark, I read autumn poems in spring. Buson writes about stepping on his dead wife's comb in their dark bedroom. In fact, she outlived him by thirty-one years. The chill from that comb, and the snap of eros and solitude and imagining, all in flower.

ENVOI: LAZARUS Lazarus woke to the miracle of no longer fearing failure. He lifted his two sides from the ground as he tried To speak, one part gathering darkness, one part humming. When he walked out, he glimpsed a world never tried. At the crucial point, there is yet more than one way Of proceeding, but it seldom appears that way.