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Trash: Stories Trash: Stories by Dorothy Allison
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“I did things I did not understand for reasons I could not begin to explain just to be in motion, to be trying to do something, change something in a world I wanted desperately to make over but could not imagine for myself.”
Dorothy Allison, Trash: Stories
“Piece by piece, my mother is being stolen from me.”
Dorothy Allison, Trash: Stories
“The only magic we have is what we make in ourselves, the muscles we build up on the inside, the sense of belief we create from nothing.”
Dorothy Allison, Trash: Stories
“Twenty years after we had left so fierce and proud, we were all right back where we had started, yoked to each other and the same old drama.”
Dorothy Allison, Trash: Stories
“Why write stories? To join the conversation.”
Dorothy Allison, Trash: Stories
“I did not begin with craft, I began with strong feelings and worked toward craft.”
Dorothy Allison, Trash: Stories
“And of course these days I feel like there is a nation of us - displaced southerners and children of the working class. We listen to Steve Earle, Mary J. Blige, and k.d. lang. We devour paperback novels and tell evil mean stories, value stubbornness above patience and a sense of humor more than a college education. We claim our heritage with a full appreciation of how often it has been disdained.
And let me promise you, you do not want to make us angry.”
Dorothy Allison, Trash: Stories
“Before I published any of my own stories, I read a great many stories by people as passionate about writing as I was, and I learned something from everyone I read -- something most important what I should not try to write.”
Dorothy Allison, Trash: Stories
“I could not stand it, neither the words on the page nor what they told me about myself. My neck and teeth began to ache, and I was not at all sure I really wanted to live with that stuff inside me. But holding onto them, reading them over again, became a part of the process of survival, of deciding once more to live--and clinging to that decision.”
Dorothy Allison, Trash: Stories
“When my mama was twenty-five she already had an old woman's hands, and I feared them. I did not know then what it was that scared me so. I've come to understand since that it was the thought of her growing old, of her dying and leaving me alone. I feared those brown spots, those wrinkles and cracks that lined her wrists, ankles, and the soft shadowed sides of her eyes.”
Dorothy Allison, Trash: Stories
“I did not imagine anyone reading my rambling, ranting stories. I was writing for myself, trying to shape my life outside my terrors and helplessness, to make it visible and real in a tangible way, in the way other people's seemed real -- the lives I had read about in books.”
Dorothy Allison, Trash: Stories
“I am the dangerous daughter, thigh-stroking, soft-tongued lover, the pit, the well, and the well of horniness, laughter rolling up out of me like gravy boiling over the edge of a pan. I become the romantic, the mystic, the one without shame, rocking myself on the hip of a rock, a woman as sharp as coral. I make in my mind the muscle that endures, tame rage and hunger to spirit and blood. I become the rock. I become the knife. I am myself the mystery. The me that will be waits for me. If I cannot dream myself new, how will I find my true self?”
Dorothy Allison, Trash