“Those years weren’t lost. They simply weren’t the way I’d planned them.”— Kurt Vonnegut
Pepper LaBeija in Paris is Burning (Jennie Livingston, 1990)
“She never said a word about the things that really upset her, because they weren’t fit to be put into any words at all.”— Ingeborg Bachmann, from Three Paths to the Lake; “Eyes to Wonder,”
“Her stormy eyes, her sincere sensuality, the softness of her skin and her voice,”— Colette, from The Complete Claudine Series; “Claudine Getting Married,”
“In the heart of hidden things,”— Charlotte Mew, from The Selected Poems; “The Changeling,” c. 1921
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Lisel Mueller, from Alive Together: New and Selected Poems; “Imaginary Paintings,” (x)