Date: 2010

"A thought to mind, so to the string / plucked, or touched, or bowed, the music is, / a wrinkling of the air as immaterial / and brief as sunlight glancing on a wave."

— Le Guin, Ursula (b. 1929)

Date: 2010

"Yet as I lift up this / dull desert stone, the weight of it is full / of slower, longer thoughts than mind can have."

— Le Guin, Ursula (b. 1929)

Date: 2010

"Be my mind, stone lying on my grave."

— Le Guin, Ursula (b. 1929)

Date: July 30, 2011

"I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I was 10, but I think that having all those books and sentences composting in my brain may have pushed me toward becoming a writer in the long run."

— Meloy, Maile (born January 1, 1972)

Date: 2011

"A yellow-brown glob would slide down the metal, and Tommie would shut her eyes, the bees and white heads of flowers nodding in the warm daylight and the silhouette of Gary’s baseball cap written across the inside of her skull."

— Nadzam, Bonnie

Date: 2011

"His thoughts washed back and forth between pitying the child and wanting to crush her, stamp her out for her own sake."

— Nadzam, Bonnie

Date: 2011

"It's about letting go of the clench in your forehead and letting your heart steer."

— Nadzam, Bonnie

Date: 2011

"His mind unwinding like a spool of loose thread."

— Nadzam, Bonnie

Date: 2011

"He stared at her little heart-shaped face and kissed her cheek and kissed her mouth and a thrilling horror spread like a stain through the hollow of his chest."

— Nadzam, Bonnie

Date: 2011

"And the wind will be dirty in his hair, and there will be no decent place left in his heart because in all this chasing nothing he will have scrubbed it out, scrubbed it hollow, and nothing can fill it back up but words he makes as beautiful as he can."

— Nadzam, Bonnie