How I love them. How good they are. They endure endless hours of me talking about the future. They keep me near and at the same time bid me farewell. That is what real love is. — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
After sex, after coffee, after everything there is to be said -- The hovering and beautiful alphabet as we form our first words after… — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
The Voice of the River is a beautifully written, deeply inclusive and profoundly spirtual work of art. I am moved by its great genorosity… — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars. — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
If writing is language and language is desire and longing and suffering . . . then why when we write, when we make shapes… — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
“You think an essay should have a hypothesis, a conclusion, should argue points. You really do bore me.” — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
The future will be gorgeous and reckless, and words, those luminous charms, will set us free again. — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
How I love them. How good they are. They endure endless hours of me talking about the future. They keep me near and at… — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
One of the strangest things about writing well is that it requires two different zones in the brain--rigor and recklessness--simultaneously. — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
Deliriously imagined, The Mothering Coven is a work of wonder. Joanna Ruocco arrives: marvelous, and fully sprung! — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
