Quotes of: Poe Keyword

So please, for the love of gender- go bloom. Or water someone else while they do.

The Nearest Exit May Be Behind You

In a world where language and naming are power, silence is oppression, is violence.

On Lies, Secrets, and Silence: Selected Prose, 1966-1978

Sometimes history cleaves and for one helpless moment stands still like the pause when the ax splits a log and the two halves rest on end waiting to fall.

The Lacuna

I almost never respect men. They're like flowers -- all show, a lot of color and lust. You pick them and throw them on the ground.

The Lacuna

I doubt that the imagination can be suppressed. If you truly eradicated it in a child, he would grow up to be an eggplant.

The Language of the Night: Essays on Fantasy and Science Fiction

The friend I can trust is the one who will let me have my death. The rest are actors who want me to stay and further the plot.

Leaflets

Why do we fear the dark as unavoidable defeat when it alone is constant, and we'd starve if it stopped watering the lawn of dreams.

Lawn of Excluded Middle

...but it is good to be several floors up in the dead of night wondering whether you are any good or not and the only decision you can make is that you did it...

Lunch Poems

I wonder why people work so hard to become politicians just in order to do something wrong.

Lieutenant Lockeast, And Other Stories

My squad is my family, my gun is my provider, and protector, and my rule is to kill or be killed.

A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier

Never does one so constantly see so many different things as when peering from a small window.

Lieutenant Lockeast, And Other Stories

What hurts so bad about youth isn't the actual butt whippings the world delivers. It's the stupid hopes playacting like certainties.

Lit

But 'tis a sad thing that all one's happiness is only that the world does not know you are miserable.

Letters to Sir William Temple

She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live. She read books as one would breathe ether, to sink in and die.

The Living

It is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth before one dies.

Lolly Willowes

A book is a collaboration between the one who reads and what is read and, at its best, that coming together is a love story like any other.

The Summer Without Men

The fictive is an emormous territory it turns out, its boundaries vague, and there is little certainty about where it begins and ends.

The Summer Without Men

There's a phenomenology of being sick, one that depends on temperament, personal history, and the culture which we live in.

The Shaking Woman, or A History of My Nerves

Pain is always emotional. Fear and depression keep constant company with chronic hurting.

The Shaking Woman, or A History of My Nerves

Dreams are stories made by and for the dreamer, and each dreamer has his own folds to open and knots to untie.

The Shaking Woman, or A History of My Nerves

Old friend,' said Cadvan, filling another glass for himself and sniffing its rich smell. 'If we do not trust one another, we are already defeated.

The Singing