It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
Anne CarsonWhat would it be like to live in a library of melted books. With sentences streaming over the floor and all the punctuation settled to the bottom as a residue. It would be confusing. Unforgivable. A great adventure.
Anne CarsonAll human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.
Anne CarsonWhen they made love Geryon liked to touch in slow succession each of the bones of Herakles' back as it arched away from him into who knows what dark dream of its own, running both hands all the way down from the base of the neck to the end of the spine which he can cause to shiver like a root in the rain.
Anne Carson