Her father was the face of her morning and night, he was everything, so saturating Havaa’s world that she could no more describe him than she could the air.
Anthony MarraPerhaps our deepest love is already inscribed within us, so its object doesn't create a new word but instead allows us to read the one written.
Anthony MarraA good mixtape didn't just gather together a bunch of love songs, but instead created an emotional narrative specific to your affection. The stories in most of my favorite collections are collected more like songs on a mixtape than, say, collected like spare change. By which I mean they are in conversation with each other and work to become larger than their parts.
Anthony MarraYou are a coward,' she said, and with that one word wrote a denunciation, a biography, and a prophecy.
Anthony MarraBut there had to be a quota. An upper limit to the number of miracles one is privileged to in a lifetime. How many times can a beloved reappear?
Anthony MarraHe was losing her incrementally. It might be a few stray hairs listless on the pillow, or the crescents of bitten fingernails tossed behind the headboard, or a dark shape dissolving in soap. As a net is no more than holes tied together, they were bonded by what was no longer there." (ARC p. 63)
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