“Give me excess of love, whatever it costs. We pay with our souls, and if we die with our souls intact we know we haven't loved enough.” — Louise Carey Copy Share Image
“Give me excess of love, whatever it costs. We pay with our souls, and if we die with our souls intact we know we… — Louise Carey Copy Share
“A curiosity: my name, Rem, will someday come to mean a line of text in a language spoken only by machines. Specifically, it will… — Louise Carey Copy Share
“In fifteen hundred years someone will figure out a way to squeeze black juice out of the yellow sand, and that will get everyone… — Louise Carey Copy Share
“It's the story of the City of Women; of how it came to be, how it flourished, and how it was destroyed by a… — Louise Carey Copy Share
“Sooner or later our souls find their centre of gravity in a hot, salt-tasting kiss and a trembling touch. Trembling is a good sign:… — Louise Carey Copy Share
