“The night, a living presence, was in constant motion, shifting itself, sighing, breathing. She wondered if perhaps it, too, was trying to get warm.” — Laird Koenig Copy Share Image
“Giving and taking comfort in everything they could give and take, every part of them sought to make themselves one till it was impossible… — Laird Koenig Copy Share
“One Sunday evening when it was very hot and breathlessly still we sere sitting here in this room in the dusk. He switched on… — Laird Koenig Copy Share
“How did I know how to do that to a body? Is that what you want to know?" The boy, holding the tea tray,… — Laird Koenig Copy Share
“The night, a living presence, was in constant motion, shifting itself, sighing, breathing. She wondered if perhaps it, too, was trying to get warm.” — Laird Koenig Copy Share
“The game is pretending. It's going through the motions of life. But it's not living. The game is for people who want rules because… — Laird Koenig Copy Share
“My father says most people who say they like poetry only pretend to like it.' 'I guess you like it?' 'I love it very… — Laird Koenig Copy Share
