Teeth of winter, sinking into my flesh, my own clacking against each other like knitting needles, and I wish they'd knit a heavy shawl around my shou…

- Karen Elizabeth Gordon

Either I've been missing something or nothing has been going on.

- Karen Elizabeth Gordon

Like a diaphanous nightgown, language both hides and reveals.

- Karen Elizabeth Gordon

We waltzed Lisztlessly.

- Karen Elizabeth Gordon

Time is the mother and mugger of us all.

- Karen Elizabeth Gordon

Art is only abstract when you look the other way.

- Karen Elizabeth Gordon

A pronoun, too, will aptly reflect the number of its antecedent: "they" does not refer to one person, no matter how many personalities she or he has,…

- Karen Elizabeth Gordon

Killing time takes practice.

- Karen Elizabeth Gordon

Words themselves are the intimate attire of thoughts and feelings.

- Karen Elizabeth Gordon