quotes by Joan Wickersham
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"And while some healing does happen, it isn't a healing of redemption or epiphany. It's more like the slow absorption of a bruise."
— Joan Wickersham (The Suicide Index: Putting My Father's Death in Order)
— Joan Wickersham (The Suicide Index: Putting My Father's Death in Order)
""Young" and "Poor" sounded so promising, the way my mother always told the story. Temporary conditions: poignant "befores" that existed only to contrast with the triumphant "afters.""
— Joan Wickersham (The Suicide Index: Putting My Father's Death in Order)
— Joan Wickersham (The Suicide Index: Putting My Father's Death in Order)
"It's Violent.
You imagine it deafening, red, boiling-hot. It's like a comic book: the bright colors, the crude outlines, the words in capital letters: BANG!SMASH!CRUNCH! You think "smithereens."
You crave the explosion."
— Joan Wickersham (The Suicide Index: Putting My Father's Death in Order)
You imagine it deafening, red, boiling-hot. It's like a comic book: the bright colors, the crude outlines, the words in capital letters: BANG!SMASH!CRUNCH! You think "smithereens."
You crave the explosion."
— Joan Wickersham (The Suicide Index: Putting My Father's Death in Order)
"The word "miss" is so wistful. As is the word "wistful," for that matter. They both have sighs embedded in them, that "iss" sound. Which also sounds like if."
— Joan Wickersham (The Suicide Index: Putting My Father's Death in Order)
— Joan Wickersham (The Suicide Index: Putting My Father's Death in Order)
"Those moments of knowing are sharp and merciless, but then they fade out, like stars when the sky gets light in the morning. You know, and then you don't know."
— Joan Wickersham (The Suicide Index: Putting My Father's Death in Order)
— Joan Wickersham (The Suicide Index: Putting My Father's Death in Order)
