The world was beautiful. It surprised me, how beautiful it kept on insisting on being. In spite of all the lies, it was beautiful. from Louisiana’s Way Home by Kate DiCamillo
So. How’s everybody doing?
“Good,” she said, and started once again to hop from one foot to the glorious other.
“What are you doing?” I said.
“Pretending I”m walking on glass.”
“Is it fun?”
“Try it if you like.”
“Okay,” I said, and I did. And it strangely was.
from When God was a Rabbit by Sarah Winman
Last night, finally, I brushed my teeth with my new sonic toothbrush and didn’t cry.
In the past few months, for the first time in his four years of graduate school, he had begun to feel that he might be at the edge of something. He had gotten to the perimeter of an idea, could feel the bounds of its questions, the depth and width of its concerns. He had been waking with the steadily resolving form of an idea in his mind, and this idea had been pulling him through the unremarkable hours, through the grit and the dull ache when he woke at nine to return to work after going to sleep at five. The thing that had been spinning in the brilliant light of the tall lab windows, like a speck or a dust mote, had been hope, had been the prospect of a moment of brief clarity. ~from Real Life by Brandon Taylor
“Okay, Wednesday,” I say in the car. No one is really listening. Except they’re always listening. “Let’s do this.”
We used to be faithful about it, but ever since Father went away, and all this war trouble unsettled us, we have neglected many things. ~from Little Women
This stretch between Christmas and New Year’s is an odd time.
There was the sprawling ocean and the sprawling land, and we were floating above it all. Everything up there soared. Our faces were rosy and chapped. I could feel my heart leaping through my shirt. The sea was thick in wavy blankets of deep greens, and suddenly, the sky looked like it would like the top of our heads. There was mainland river runoff rushing to the ocean, ships inching along the horizon, the sound of hysterical sea birds. It was cold, but it was all ours, and for a moment, nothing else mattered.
~From Creatures by Crissy Van Meter
“I love that you have this,” T said a few months ago. “This spot at the kitchen table where you work.”