Quotes from Catherine Barnett

Enchantée , says the key in my hand. When I try to turn it, it turns to sand.

Elixirs should be kept in clocks. Made of bergamot and fumes, this one spreads furtively across the dawn

but like a darkness slowly advancing, like winter lightning, we are drawn together.

I drove into the woods and there it was, shining like the human mind.

and in these dreams I was participant and observer as I am again now, dreaming of writing this.

Mostly I'd like to feel a little less, know a little more.

Hadn't I wanted to be known like that? Seen from the inside, lit from within

Jean once told me she's not interested in writing about getting older but about getting dead.

There is no boundary between the living and the dead

Lately I've been walking around talking to myself, who is full of swearing and disbelief.

YOU WERE HERE says the silvery green light of time breathing in and out like any mortal

Adversity is when a hero's two options are both bad.

Who needs a lifetime?

Come morning I'll make a list of obsessions and maybe you won't still be on it

There must be an aesthetic besides death

Solitude, and misery, may be necessary for a certain kind of work. You have to feel it first and if you've felt it you can just write the thing without explaining anything about it.

Which was it? Which will it be? Solitude, misery, love?