“The sky had become bruised with hurricane hues — blues and violent violets. And yet yellows emerged in the cracks and seals, a sign that the hurt had already started to heal.” — 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
