Teeth of winter, sinking into my flesh, my own clacking against each other like knitting needles, and I wish they'd knit a heavy shawl around my shoulders before widening into a yawn. Why do I always yawn when I'm cold? — Karen Elizabeth Gordon Copy Share Image
A pronoun, too, will aptly reflect the number of its antecedent: "they" does not refer to one person, no matter how many personalities she… — Karen Elizabeth Gordon Copy Share Image
Either I've been missing something or nothing has been going on. — Karen Elizabeth Gordon Copy Share Image
Words themselves are the intimate attire of thoughts and feelings. — Karen Elizabeth Gordon Copy Share Image
Like a diaphanous nightgown, language both hides and reveals. — Karen Elizabeth Gordon Copy Share Image
“Not only were we naked, crazed, and starving (and far from our warm little homes); we were without any good books as well.” — Karen Elizabeth Gordon Copy Share Image
Teeth of winter, sinking into my flesh, my own clacking against each other like knitting needles, and I wish they'd knit a heavy shawl… — Karen Elizabeth Gordon Copy Share Image
We all ended up somewhere with our various uncertain lives flapping about us in tatters and our pockets full of foreign coins. — Karen Elizabeth Gordon Copy Share Image
