Andrea Maria Popelka

“He wanted to be known by her more than he needed to hide from her.”
― Jordy Rosenberg, Confessions of the Fox

“My mother did not need much food - she ran on wrath (pp94)”
― Hilary Mantel, An Experiment in Love

“In Nevada I could feel the Long Crisis with a terrifying intimacy, as if it was some sort of uncanny, bodily contact— like the feeling you get camped out in the swirling, galaxy-littered darkness of the open range when a reptile brushes up against your prostrate body. Except that the reptile at least shares with you some deep, serpentine connection, a lineage lost somewhere in the plummet of primeval time. The Crisis, on the other hand, is a vast creature, not contained by familiar scales of time or space. It is a social terror made of masses of machinery and animals, yet not in any way kin to these components. And what we sense of it today is merely one of its many limbs extending backward from its true body writhing somewhere just out of sight, at home in our own incomprehensible future.”
― Phillip Neel, Hinterland: America’s New Landscape of Class and Conflict

“So, yes, we are a wretched, misery-sowing people. But how curious, how beautiful we have been, as well.”
― Jordy Rosenberg, Confessions of the Fox