We must imagine our lives well. We must engage our conscience. Conscience is the voice of God in the nature and heart of man. — Laura Kasischke Copy Share Image
“The gum is so minty in my mouth as I chew it, I can hardly inhale. It's like inhaling the steam off a block… — Laura Kasischke Copy Share Image
No one is going to hear what she says whether she speaks or not. Simply she could close her eyes and never speak again.… — Laura Kasischke Copy Share Image
“The first time I had sex with a man for money, it was September.” — Laura Kasischke Copy Share Image
your life can change in an instant. that instant can last forever. — Laura Kasischke Copy Share Image
“--Your headache-- I am trying to imagine it Your head is in your hands The nurse is pouring pills onto a plate November again Too late Your headache It is a bird Wounded, in leaves Its sweet bird’s nest is full of pain in a distant place November There are daisies In the ruined garden, still blooming strangely And in… — Laura Kasischke Copy Share
“...but I could see how hard it would be for him to imagine the rest of his life, and where it would lead him...It would be like having a job in a fortune cookie factory, standing all day on an assembly line while optimism passed through your hands on flimsy strips of paper-"You will inherit a million dollars," "You will… — Laura Kasischke Copy Share
“She knelt at the side of my bed, kissed my cheek, and I woke, rubbed my eyes, looked up at her dreamily. The hall… — Laura Kasischke Copy Share Image
“Sometimes he'd write my mother's new name under his on a scrap of paper...then, the one that hurt her teeth to see, Mrs. Brock… — Laura Kasischke Copy Share Image
“The letters, the fading. The labyrinth, the cake. The four hundred brackish lakes of the brain. She searches for the music, but she can't… — Laura Kasischke Copy Share Image
“Behind him there's still the mirror…a bit of infinity, which in its disinterest still holds their reflections safely in it.” — Laura Kasischke Copy Share Image
“Home" It would take forever to get there but I would know it anywhere: My white horse grazing in my blossomy field. Its soft… — Laura Kasischke Copy Share Image
Writing is really just a matter of writing a lot, writing consistently and having faith that you'll continue to get better and better. Sometimes,… — Laura Kasischke Copy Share Image
