“This is how my day usually goes. I leave the faucet open and know what it’s like to have my fingers around… — Kharla M. Brillo Copy Share Image
“The first blush of love, when the self has lost its mooring, and, half-drowning, succumbs to a fearful tide.” — Eleanor Catton Copy Share Image
The neurotic is always half-drowning in anxiety, and always being half-rescued. — Mignon McLaughlin Copy Share Image
