
There's a level at which words are spirit and paper is skin. That's the fascination of archives. There's still a bodily trace. —
Susan Howe

I cry all the time. Music makes me cry. —
CeeLo Green

It was late January in Draper, Utah, and as picturesque as the snow on the mountains was, it did not mix well with our modern lifestyle. —
Mette Ivie Harrison

If history is a record of survivors, Poetry shelters other voices. —
Susan Howe

When the anointing of God is upon a person, it changes that individual from being a little ordinary person into being a giant. —
Sunday Adelaja

A poem is an invocation, rebellious return to the blessedness of beginning again, wandering free in pure process of forgetting and finding. —
Susan Howe

Statistics were magic like this: they could tell you with near-certainty that a thing would occur, without a hint of when or where. —
Hugh Howey

Soundwaves. It's the difference between one stillness and another stillness. —
Susan Howe