Sunday, November 11, 2012

Poached Egg Press

I've been reading Jennifer Moxley's Clampdown. Here are some lines I love that you can love, too:

"And yet I'd rather drift in dread of dark oblivion than forge a law in someone's head they'll not recover from."

"You are not an image and I cannot choose to remember you."

"What I knew about desire was its weakness..."

"When the sun's light destroyed the night I woke up untouched and filled with shame at the thought that I'd missed an arc of existence that I might not now ever reclaim."

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