Musings

“Ravens are standing on a pile of bones – black typeface on white paper picking an idea clean. It’s what I do each time I sit down to write. What else are we to do with our obsessions? Do they feed us? Or are we simply scavenging our memories for one gleaming image to tell the truth of what is hunting us?” (p. 58-59)

Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds
Picador, 2012, New York.

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