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“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

“Later, we rest beside a young woman holding a bouquet of roses. A few of the flowers are scattered near the stairs leading to the monument. Flowers no one gathered before they turned to stone. Possibly lost. I'm gripped by a sudden sadness at how fitting that image is, the long-standing notions that any life cut short is like a flower torn from its roots, an error of nature.”
― Marina Yuszczuk, Thirst

“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

“But what was death to me, when it was my first act in life? Death looked like the house of the body opening, returning to a wider place: that place of confusion and strange beauty.”
― Sarah Cypher, The Skin and Its Girl