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1 " I’ve talked so much about loving the world without any idea how to do it. "
― Maggie Smith , Goldenrod: Poems
2 " We say in the grand scheme of things as if there were one. We say that's not how the world works as if the world works. "
3 " My handwriting is all over these woods. No, my handwriting is these woods,each tree a half-print, half-cursive scrawl,each loop a limb. My house is somewherehere, & I have scribbled myself inside it.What is home but a book we write, thenread again & again, each time dog-earingdifferent pages... "
4 " I am offering the only thing I have. I am holding out my hand, feeding myself to the hungry future. "
5 " The body remains a house unaware of its rooms. "
6 " That bit of blue doesn't belong to them, and they don't belong to the sky, or to the earth, or to us. Isn't that what you've been taught — nothing is ours? Haven't you learned to keep the loosest possible hold? "
7 " What is home but a book we write, thenread again & again, each time dog-earingdifferent pages. "
8 " When I think likeness, I think tears — blue always for water, blue running through and under everything. "
9 " We say ‘in the grand scheme of things’ as if there were one. We say ‘that’s not how the world works’ as if the world works. "