“Instead, I opened my eyes to find the thing in front of my face, wafting dead horse breath across my chin and up my nose, its mouth like a gaping maw; its eyes, two giant wormholes, twisting and bending with… — Shannon Celebi Copy Share Image
“Of course, I rationalize the fear. I realize it’s not real, that my house isn’t burning down, that the deer aren’t going to kill… — Shannon Celebi Copy Share
“I think first of the children. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Then I think about money, the house, all those… — Shannon Celebi Copy Share
“I long for some connection, to the real and those who love them, and hope that my fiction can reach beyond the veil, that… — Shannon Celebi Copy Share
“She dreamed of driving off bridges: into a lake beneath some twisting highway of her youth, into the reservoir on the country road to… — Shannon Celebi Copy Share
“Let’s call my mood melancholy; let’s call it remembrance. Or maybe let’s call it longing. Yes, let’s call it longing instead.” — Shannon Celebi Copy Share
“I am forever an advocate of books, both the reading of them and the writing. There is something sacred to me in that community.… — Shannon Celebi Copy Share
“She was no stripper with a heart of gold, that was for sure. A heart of steel, more like.” — Shannon Celebi Copy Share
“Here’s a random factoid: I like cats. And here’s another: I like red wine.” — Shannon Celebi Copy Share
“I think of Ariel, my local neighborhood mermaid, how she only had twenty-four hours to turn her life around...” — Shannon Celebi Copy Share
“My Stephen King for his Ayn Rand. My Terry Goodkind for his T.S. Elliot. Not a bang but a whimper.” — Shannon Celebi Copy Share
“It’s not like I planned it. I never woke up from some rosy dream and said, “Okay, world, today I’m gonna spaz.” — Shannon Celebi Copy Share
“Amber Rorman had told me too that our third grade teacher, Ms. Lizetti, was really a lesbian, which I thought was a disease until… — Shannon Celebi Copy Share
