Despite all their fears, we ask very little of the ones who never loved us. We do not ask for sympathy or pain or compassion. We simply want to know why.
Andrew Sean GreerStichwörter: love
Why is it so impossible to believe: that we are as many headed as monsters, as many armed as gods, as many hearted as angels?
Andrew Sean Greerthe impossible happens once to each of us
Andrew Sean GreerI recall how the flash of her glowing dress against my closing eyelids was like the neon glow of hotels flashing VACANCY VACANCY on a long night ride. I felt the weight of my mind hanging from a branch, pulling, pulling, and before I knew it the stem had snapped and I was falling, blind, into the void.
Andrew Sean GreerSo tell me gentleman, tell me the time and place where it was easy to be a woman.
Andrew Sean GreerStichwörter: feminism misogyny chauvinism womanhood
When you were a little girl, Madam.....was this the woman you dreamed of becoming?
Andrew Sean GreerStichwörter: reality-check
We think we know the ones we love, and though we should not be surprised to find that we don't, it is heartbreak nonetheless. It is the hardest kind of knowledge, not just about another but about ourselves. To see our lives as a fiction we have written and believed. Silence and lies. The sensation I felt that evening--that I did not know my Holland, did not know myself, that it was perhaps impossible to know a single soul on earth--it was a fearful loneliness.
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