“That’s why I’m not to be trusted.
Because a wound to the heart
is also a wound to the mind.”
— Louise Glück, closing lines to “The Untrustworthy Speaker,” Ararat (HarperCollins, 1990)
“I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.”
“I am terrified by this dark thing
that sleeps in me;
all day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.”