But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars. — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
After sex, after coffee, after everything there is to be said -- The hovering and beautiful alphabet as we form our first words after making love. And somehow I'm still alive. — Carole Maso Copy Share
The Voice of the River is a beautifully written, deeply inclusive and profoundly spirtual work of art. I am moved by its great genorosity… — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars. — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
If writing is language and language is desire and longing and suffering . . . then why when we write, when we make shapes… — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
“You think an essay should have a hypothesis, a conclusion, should argue points. You really do bore me.” — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
The future will be gorgeous and reckless, and words, those luminous charms, will set us free again. — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
How I love them. How good they are. They endure endless hours of me talking about the future. They keep me near and at… — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
One of the strangest things about writing well is that it requires two different zones in the brain--rigor and recklessness--simultaneously. — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
Deliriously imagined, The Mothering Coven is a work of wonder. Joanna Ruocco arrives: marvelous, and fully sprung! — Carole Maso Copy Share Image
