“There is no end to writing, I think, no end to the project of rescue." --Sofia Samatar, from "Fallow," in her collection,… — Sofia Samatar Copy Share Image
“The silence. End of all poetry, all romances. Earlier, frightened, you began to have some intimation of it: so many pages had been turned,… — Sofia Samatar Copy Share Image
“Once you have built something - something that takes all your passion and will - it becomes more precious to you than your own… — Sofia Samatar Copy Share Image
“Are you just going to stand there and leak like a broken hourglass?” — Sofia Samatar Copy Share Image
“It was “a shape to make men weep,” wrote Firdred of Bain when he first saw it: “exactly the shape of a desecrated sea.” — Sofia Samatar Copy Share Image
“There is no end to writing, I think, no end to the project of rescue." --Sofia Samatar, from "Fallow," in her collection, Tender” — Sofia Samatar Copy Share Image
“All through my journey his stories had fallen like snow. He was as full of them as a library with unmarked shelves. He was… — Sofia Samatar Copy Share Image
“Long is the journey homeward, Weary and worn are we. Oh, if I fall behind, my love, Will you look back for?” — Sofia Samatar Copy Share Image
“But preserve your mistrust of the page, for a book is a fortress, a place of weeping, the key to a desert, a river… — Sofia Samatar Copy Share Image
“People talked about loneliness as if it were something alive and it could get you. But loneliness is something dead, it's deadness. Lonely people… — Sofia Samatar Copy Share Image
“The word for 'book' in all the known languages of the earth is vallon, 'chamber of words'...” — Sofia Samatar Copy Share Image
“There is enough cruelty in the world," she told me softly, "to justify all the music ever made.” — Sofia Samatar Copy Share Image
“The night sky was distended in my dreams, sinking to earth with the weight of destructive glory behind it. In one of those dreams… — Sofia Samatar Copy Share Image
