1. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes;
    I stumbled when I saw: full oft ‘tis seen,
    Our means secure us, and our mere defects
    Prove our commodities.
    — Shakespeare (King Lear, Act 4, Scene 1)
  2. A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable;
    Beyond all manner of so much I love you.
    — William Shakespeare (King Lear, Act 1 Scene 1)
  3. Rescue, after all, isn’t perfect. Rescue only comes to find that you are different, and entirely the same. Maybe you are weaker, or maybe you are better. You no longer believe that rescue is for maidens and stray animals. You thought, didn’t you, that a person shouldn’t need rescuing, that someone in a fix should find the fix, should find the way off the Barrier, or out of the night, or away from the ledge.
    — Maria Mutch (Know The Night)
  4. So rescue comes. Sometimes it’s there all along and you have been oblivious, too absorbed in the conundrums to notice it standing at the curb, tapping its foot. Sometimes it’s just that you haven’t needed rescue at all. You can climb from the dark space, clutching what is inevitable and unbelievable, all on your own.
    — Maria Mutch (Know The Night)
  5. In order for rescue to come for you, not only with you have to struggle but someone has to notice you doing so. And when rescue comes, it is often in a single moment bound by a beginning and an end–
    — Maria Mutch (Know The Knight)
  6. Although Kit and Rafe had met in the peace movement, marching, organizing, making no nukes signs, now they wanted to kill each other. They had become, also, a little pro-nuke. Married for two decades of precious, precious life, she and Rafe seemed currently to be partners only in anger and dislike, their old lusty love mutated to rage.
    — Lorrie Moore (“Paper Losses” from Bark:Stories)
  7. As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
    — John Green (The Fault in Our Stars)
  8. Ira had been divorced six months and still couldn’t get his wedding ring off. His finger had swelled doughily around it—a combination of frustrated desire, unmitigated remorse, and misdirected ambition, he said to friends.
    — Lorrie Moore (“Debarking” from Bark: Stories)
  9. Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.
    — John Green (The Fault in Our Stars)
  10. Those who tried to dream of the city again could see only their house or their street as it looked years ago, but that wasn’t dreaming, it was only remembering, and in a world where seeing was power, nostalgia meant nothing.
    — Dinaw Mengestu (All Our Names)