Amanda

“They will say I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all my languages, and loved morphine and Demerol and tequila and pulque, women and men. I will shrug my illusion of shoulders and answer that I am a water woman, not a vessel, not something you can sail or charter. I am instead the tributary, the river, the fluid source, and the sea itself. I am all her rainy implications. And what do you, with your rusted compass, know of love?”
― Kate Braverman

“They would all be sorry... particularly the duck.”
― Angie Sage

“He was in his fifties. He'd wasted his entire life. Such people were very dear to those of us who'd wasted only a few years.”
― Denis Johnson, Jesus’ Son

“What we remember is probably fiction anyway.”
― Beryl Bainbridge