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“Perhaps she had never confronted the voice in her head because it had been easier to listen to it. It had been safer to sustain the belief that she was a bad person. At least then she was in control. At least then she could arrange her life so carefully that her badness didn’t spill out and leak everywhere. But she would no longer be able to live her life with this regret, paralyzed by all the words she hadn’t said.”
― Etaf Rum, Evil Eye

“I had the first inkling that some kinds of splendor were invisible to others. Were not wrong. And the solitude of this knowledge was wide and comfortable, a sort of imaginary palace.”
― Sarah Cypher, The Skin and Its Girl

“There is a part of this story that will always be, mostly, a love poem. But it's the kind sung in a key you and I know so well: adoration galvanized by futility. The sweet apricot that is impossible to catch, the beloved with a one-way flight offshore-each could be a stanza in our own personal ghazal.”
― Sarah Cypher, The Skin and Its Girl

“This afternoon, I walk along the gray paving stones and wonder where I’ll be buried, whether I’ll rot slowly underground or in one of those neatly stacked niches way up high, where a single wilted carnation bears witness to the fleeting nature of memory.”
― Marina Yuszczuk, Thirst