“He held onto his grief as a way to hold on to who he was grieving. He felt that his pain was his last and strongest connection to the woman he loved and, as such, he would never let it… — Sean Norris Copy Share Image
“When the source of all my meaning came to die, so did the meaning of death.” — Sean Norris Copy Share Image
“He held onto his grief as a way to hold on to who he was grieving. He felt that his pain was his last… — Sean Norris Copy Share Image
“Hemingway once said that ‘there is nothing to writing, you just sit down at a typewriter and bleed.’ What Hemingway failed to mention is… — Sean Norris Copy Share Image
“Books are just like Rorschach tests. The patterns we find in a book’s ink reveal far more about us than they do about them.… — Sean Norris Copy Share Image
“When the source of all my meaning came to die, so did the meaning of death.” — Sean Norris Copy Share Image
“The sky had become bruised with hurricane hues — blues and violent violets. And yet yellows emerged in the cracks and seals, a sign… — Sean Norris Copy Share Image
“My particular brand of anxiety often sought to corrupt the innocence of the everyday into the delinquency of my daydreams.” — Sean Norris Copy Share Image
“When I read, I read desperately because I was desperate — desperate to exchange my own anxious thoughts for the calming thoughts of the… — Sean Norris Copy Share Image
“It doesn’t matter if someone drowns in a bathtub, a swimming pool, a lake, or an ocean. It doesn’t matter if someone drowns in… — Sean Norris Copy Share Image
