Tina

“The paint doesn’t move the way the light reflects,
so what’s there to be faithful to? I am faithful
to you, darling. I say it to the paint. The bird floats
in the unfinished sky with nothing to hold it.”
― Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

“I put my sadness in a box. The box went soft and wet and weak at the bottom. I called it Thursday. Today is Sunday. The town is empty.

I stood in the road looking forward and back, to see if it would change something. After a while, I went back inside and tripped over the box.”
― Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

“It's always been interesting to me how we mistake good genes for virtue.”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz

“I've got nothing against telepathy, said Jane; but the telephone is so much more dependable.”
― Margaret Atwood, Murder in the Dark: Short Fictions and Prose Poems