“I didn't understand her being gone, either. I had seen her fall. Now her part of any conversation would always be unsaid, and the direction she would have gone walking would always be empty. Her absence extended in lines of… — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share Image
It’s impossible to read The Poison Belt, written in 1913, and not see in its exterminating vision a shadow of the coming war that… — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“I didn't understand her being gone, either. I had seen her fall. Now her part of any conversation would always be unsaid, and the… — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“This was how people were able to do things when they didn't want to - they made themselves feel something else, like anger, more… — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“but a man did not acquire so much gold brocade without learning to swallow his own desire” — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“each man braces his fear against his love. What you love may change. But if you love still, your fear remains” — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“There are so many ways to tell time-one way with clocks and watches and sunsets, or other ways with how many times a person… — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“She did not especially appreciate children either, but could be kind to them when they were silent.” — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“When they find what they don't like , they destroy it. Because it scares them-and you girls would scare them as much as anything… — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“Did not pleasure depend on an architecture of perspective--on contrast and delay, withholding and loss? Did not true enjoyment rely in facing the future?” — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“First you say I am a murderer - an agent in league against you - and now I am a deluded heartsick girl! Pray… — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“Despite himself he scoffed—a staccato bark of saliva—at the very notion of ladders.” — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“Chang believed that learning was dangerous and best suited for private contemplation, not something to put in the service of the highest bidder- as… — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
“Is thinking small?" asked Isobel. "Small as air." May tapped my head with her finger. "And just as big.” — Gordon Dahlquist Copy Share
