• My sudden, unforeseen capitulation had knocked me backward, and I had nothing to hold on to. My internal weather was eerily calm, as if in a tornado's aftermath, birdsong, sunshine, supersaturated colors, wreckage all around, and myself, dazed and limping

    Kate Christensen
  • It happened every single day in Brooklyn: awaken to fresh glory, fall asleep to blight and ruin

    Kate Christensen
  • Let nothing human be foreign to me

    Kate Christensen
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