[b]Pat Conroy
Rape is a crime against sleep and memory; it’s afterimage imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscura of dreams.[/b]
On the other hand, that may be the least of what it is.
She was one of those Southerners who knew from an early age that the South could never be more for them than a fragrant prison, administered by a collective of loving but treacherous relatives.
On the other hand, that may be the least of what it is.
There is no teacher more discriminating or transforming than loss.
Though every once in a while it’s gain.
Good writing is the hardest form of thinking.
For example, the syntax part.
Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.
Nature’s way as it were.
Less all the exceptions of course.
But no one walks out of his family without reprisals: a family is too disciplined an army to offer compassion to its deserters.
Did my own even notice?