Goose Lane Editions

“We don't know what it's like not to be in love with you. We loved you the moment you looked at us, held our hand, danced dirty, kissed us. We were lost in you way before we even met, before the thought crossed your mind that you were bored and we were vaguely good-looking, interesting, exotic, fuckable. While you were weighing options, we were just hoping it wouldn't hurt too much — the fucking, or the falling in love, or the rejection. We didn’t get to choose. — Kai Cheng Thom to -----, 2013 (age 22)”
― Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets

“You do not set a high enough value on yourself if you think a man who loves you should not weave you into the fabric of his life with every thread. — Robert Service to Constance MacLean, 1903 (age 28)”
― David Eso, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets

“I was a freshly caught fish who only wanted to be put back in familiar waters. — Shannon Webb-Campbell to -----, 2009 (age 26)”
― David Eso, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets

“…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importance to me, you could not be the last. — Gwendolyn MacEwen to Milton Acorn, 1963 (age 21)”
― Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets