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    Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
    “In a society that worships love, freedom and beauty, dance is sacred. It is a prayer for the future, a remembrance of the past and a joyful exclamation of thanks for the present.”
    Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, The Shapeshifters: The Kiesha'ra of the Den of Shadows

  • #2
    Twyla Tharp
    “Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.”
    Twyla Tharp

  • #3
    Muriel Rukeyser
    “The universe is made up of stories, not atoms.”
    Muriel Rukeyser

  • #4
    Muriel Rukeyser
    “What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life?
    The world would split open.”
    Muriel Rukeyser

  • #5
    Muriel Rukeyser
    “If there were no poetry on any day in the world, poetry would be invented that day. For there would be an intolerable hunger.”
    Muriel Rukeyser

  • #6
    Muriel Rukeyser
    “What three things can never be done?
    Forget. Keep silent. Stand alone.
    The hill of glass, the fatal brilliant plain.”
    Muriel Rukeyser, The Book of the Dead

  • #7
    Muriel Rukeyser
    “He said he would be back and we'd drink wine together
    He said that everything would be better than before
    He said we were on the edge of a new relation
    He said he would never again cringe before his father
    He said that he was going to invent full-time
    He said he loved me that going into me
    He said was going into the world and the sky
    He said all the buckles were very firm
    He said the wax was the best wax
    He said Wait for me here on the beach
    He said Just don't cry

    I remember the gulls and the waves
    I remember the islands going dark on the sea
    I remember the girls laughing
    I remember they said he only wanted to get away from me
    I remember mother saying : Inventors are like poets, a trashy lot
    I remember she told me those who try out inventions are worse
    I remember she added : Women who love such are the worst of all
    I have been waiting all day, or perhaps longer.
    I would have liked to try those wings myself.
    It would have been better than this.”
    Muriel Rukeyser

  • #8
    Wade Davis
    “The surface of the Earth itself is an immense loom upon which the sun weaves the fabric of existence. ”
    Wade Davis

  • #9
    Annie Dillard
    “As a child I read hoping to learn everything, so I could be like my father. I hoped to combine my father's grasp of information and reasoning with my mother's will and vitality. But the books were leading me away. They would propel me right out of Pittsburgh altogether, so I could fashion a life among books somewhere else. So the Midwest nourishes us . . . and presents us with the spectacle of a land and a people completed and certain. And so we run to our bedrooms and read in a fever, and love the big hardwood trees outside the windows, and the terrible Midwest summers, and the terrible Midwest winters, and the forested river valleys, with the blue Appalachian Mountains to the east of us and the broad great plains to the west. And so we leave it sorrowfully, having grown strong and restless by opposing with all our will and mind and muscle its simple, loving, single will for us: that we stay, that we stay and find a place among its familiar possibilities.”
    Annie Dillard, An American Childhood: A Poignant Memoir About Parents and Passion in 1950s Pittsburgh

  • #10
    Annie Dillard
    “I had a head for religious ideas. They were the first ideas I ever encountered. They made other ideas seem mean....I had miles of Bible in memory: some perforce, but most by hap, like the words to songs. There was no corner of my brain where you couldn't find, among the files of clothing labels and heaps of rocks, among the swarms of protozoans and shelves of novels, whole tapes and snarls and reels of Bible.”
    Annie Dillard, An American Childhood: A Poignant Memoir About Parents and Passion in 1950s Pittsburgh

  • #11
    Annie Dillard
    “This light-shouldered boy could jitterbug, old style, and would; he was more precious than gold, yea, than much fine gold. We jitterbugged...Only the strenth in our fingertips kept us alive. If they weakened or slipped, his fingertips or mine, we'd fall spinning backward across the length of the room and out through the glass French doors to the snowy terrace, and if we were any good we'd make sure we fell on the downbeat, snow or no snow. ”
    Annie Dillard, An American Childhood: A Poignant Memoir About Parents and Passion in 1950s Pittsburgh



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