“The silence. End of all poetry, all romances. Earlier, frightened, you began to have some intimation of it: so many pages had… — Sofia Samatar Copy Share Image
If there's a truth and nobody knows it, is it still true? Or is it like a light burning in a locked,… — K.J. Parker Copy Share Image
Shuttered like a fan no-one suspects your shoulder blades of wings. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
