Hopes were wallflowers. Hopes hugged the perimeter of a dance floor in your brain, tugging at their party lace, all perfume and hems and doomed expectation. They fanned their dance cards, these guests that pressed against the walls of your heart.
Somehow I wasn't adding up right anymore. My parts weren't summing into myself. - Karen Russell
Somehow I wasn't adding up right anymore. My parts weren't summing into myself.
- Karen Russell
My older sister has entire kingdoms inside of her, and some of them are only accessible at certain seasons, in certain kinds of weather. - Karen Russell
My older sister has entire kingdoms inside of her, and some of them are only accessible at certain seasons, in certain kinds of weather.
Once you figure out what's best for the story, take out the rest. - Karen Russell
Once you figure out what's best for the story, take out the rest.
Fiction helps me to reconnect with the true, deep weirdness inherent in everyday reality, in our dealings with one another, in just being alive. - Karen Russell
Fiction helps me to reconnect with the true, deep weirdness inherent in everyday reality, in our dealings with one another, in just being alive.
When you're a kid, it's hard to tell the innocuous secrets from the ones that will kill you if you keep them. - Karen Russell
When you're a kid, it's hard to tell the innocuous secrets from the ones that will kill you if you keep them.
You small mortals don't realize the power of your stories. - Karen Russell
You small mortals don't realize the power of your stories.
A single note, held in an amber suspension of time, like a charcoal drawing of Icarus falling. It was sad and fierce all at once, alive with a lonely… - Karen Russell
A single note, held in an amber suspension of time, like a charcoal drawing of Icarus falling. It was sad and fierce all at once, alive with a lonely…
It is a special kind of homelessness to be evicted from your dreams. - Karen Russell
It is a special kind of homelessness to be evicted from your dreams.
Heaven, Kiwi thought, would be the reading room of a great library. But it would be private. Cozy. You wouldn't have to worry about some squeaky-shoe… - Karen Russell
Heaven, Kiwi thought, would be the reading room of a great library. But it would be private. Cozy. You wouldn't have to worry about some squeaky-shoe…
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