What she wants to say has to do not only with joy but with the penetrating, constant fear that is joy's other half.
Michael CunninghamI was not ladylike, nor was I manly. I was something else altogether. There were so many different ways to be beautiful.
Michael CunninghamIf she were religious, she would call it the soul. It is more than the sum of her intellect and her emotions, more than the sum of her experiences, though it runs like veins of brilliant metal through all three. It is an inner faculty that recognizes the animating mysteries of the world because it is made of the same substance
Michael Cunningham