“In the days after my heart attack & before I began to write again, all I could think about was dying. I'd been spared again, and only after the danger had passed did I allow my thoughts to unravel to… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“What was true and solid begins to slide, dissolve. Your thoughts unravel faster than a satin ribbon Whose edge hasn't been burned Until you sit amidst a tangle of limp, pink threads, Unable to reason At all.” — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
