Can I love someone...and still think/fly? Love is flying, sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings.
| Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980
Tell me where you go in these silences and I will say if I have been there.
∆ Naomi Shihab Nye, from “Long Distance”
All stories are also the stories of hands — picking up, balancing, pointing, joining, kneading, threading, caressing, abandoned in sleep, cutting, eating, wiping, playing music, scratching, grasping, peeling, clenching, pulling a trigger, folding.
∆ John Berger, From A to X: A Story in Letters