Kay Ryan Quotes
The day misspent, the love misplaced, has inside it the seed of redemption. Nothing is exempt from resurrection.
Small presses take chances. Chances are at the heart of all the literature we later know as great.
Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable. A place with its own harvest.
What keeps me writing is that I can only know through writing. My major sense organ is apparently a pencil.
A too closely watched flower/blossoms the wrong color./Excess attention to the jonquil/turns it gentian. Flowers/need it tranquil to get/their hues right. Some/only open at midnight.
A lot of the job that one has to do as a writer is to protect the thing that doesn't match the world.
The satisfactions/of agreement are/immediate as sugar--/a melting of the/granular, a syrup/that lingers, shared/not singular./Many prefer it.
Forgetting takes space./Forgotten matters displace/as much anything else as/anything else. We must/skirt unlabeled crates/as thought it made sense/and take them when we go/to other states.
CROWN Too much rain loosens trees. In the hills giant oaks fall upon their knees. You can touch parts you have no right to— places only birds should fly to.
Not even waste/is inviolate./The day misspent, /the love misplaced, /has inside it/the seed of redemption./Nothing is exempt from resurrection.
