First-year English teacher & Baylor University alumna 

Writing my way through it.

At about 10 o'clock in the morning the sun threw a bright dust-laden bar through one of the side windows and in and out of the beam flies shot like rushing stars."

–John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men

I shall tell them this story against the background of the county I grew up in and along the river I know and do not love very much. For I have discovered that there are other rivers.”

May.20–John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.”

–Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

He had grown up in Texas, and had never mistaken gunfire for thunder."

Apr.20–Stephen King, The Regulators

So this was how it looked, the determining, the crucial sky, and this was how man moved through it, remote above the dwindled earth, the concealed human life. Vulnerable life, that could scar."

–Tillie Olsen, Tell Me a Riddle

The wind makes you ache in some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race memory that says Migrate or die–migrate or die."

–Stephen King, Salem's Lot

One place is as good as another to be born

and return after years, like Odysseus to Ithaca or mildew to a rotting plank."

–Rodney Jones, "Homecoming" from The Best American Poetry: 2017

The way things happened, one thing right after another, it seemed like time went by so fast you couldn't tell if you were old or young."

Mar.20–Flannery O'Connor, The Complete Stories

The Texas sun was like that. 

Like a body asleep beside you."

–Sandra Cisneros, Loose Women

You always know the truth, because when you cut yourself or someone else with it, there's always a bloody show.”

–Stephen King, The Body

And love is no charity,

no tin cup and yellow pencils."

–Sandra Cisneros, My Wicked Wicked Ways

This has always been about mothers 

& the spaces they cut themselves into."

Feb.20–Melissa Lozada-Oliva, PELUDA

I realized then how difficult it is to separate the two. The expectations that others place on us help us form our expectations of ourselves.”

–Wes Moore, The Other Wes Moore

The sacrifice of Christ's, so mysterious and legendary now, almost lost in time–it was that by which Christ transcended both God and man at one moment, more than man because of his fate to do what no other man could do, and more than God because no god could suffer as he did. She felt a flicker of something close to madness."

Jan.20–Joyce Carol Oates, Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?: Selected Early Stories

In deep sadness, there is no place for sentimentality. It is as final as the mountains: a fact. There it is. When you realize it you cannot complain.”

–William S. Burroughs, Queer

All prices of all things—at least, useless beautiful things like rare books—are inherently absurd, rooted in the human imagination and in the all-too-human predilection to desperately want what others value highly, and to scorn what others fail to value.”

–Joyce Carol Oates, The Doll-Master: And Other Tales of Terror

If it's fiction, then it better be true.”

Dec.19–Sherman Alexie, The Toughest Indian in the World

It was like that class at school where the teacher talks about realization, about how you could realize something big in a commonplace thing. The example he gave–and the liar said it really happened–was that once while drinking orange juice, he'd realized he would be dead someday. He wondered if we, his students, had had similar 'realizations.'

Is he kidding? I thought.

Once I cashed a paycheck and I realized it wasn't enough.

Once I had food poisoning, and realized I was trapped inside my body.”

Nov.19–Amy Hempel, Reasons to Live–The Collected Stories

Maybe this is part of being an adult, not always having an answer. Knowing certain things but keeping them to yourself, hidden from everyone else. Maybe silence is where you go to figure out questions that don't have answers."

–Oscar Cásares, Where We Come From

As you grew up, when you were grown, totally unknown to yourself, you confused your father with God. You never saw him as a man with a man’s heart, and a man’s failings—I’ll grant you it may have been hard to see, he makes so few mistakes, but he makes ’em like all of us. You were an emotional cripple, leaning on him, getting the answers from him, assuming that your answers would always be his answers."

Oct.19–Harper Lee, Go Set a Watchman

Form precedes content. Essence precedes existence. The phenomenal world is a sort of skeleton upon which things, actual things in their thingness, are draped. If you know the skeleton, the outer appearances become transparent."

–Joyce Carol Oates, Heat and Other Stories

How come people don't feel like this country has got a lot to answer for? They dont. You can say that the country is just the country, it don't actively do nothin, but that dont mean much. I seen a man shoot his pickup truck with a shotgun one time. He must of thought it done somethin. This country will kill you in a heartbeat and still people love it. You understand what I'm sayin?"

Sept.19–Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

The people in this house, I felt, and I included myself, were like characters each from a different grim and gruesome fairy tale. None of us was in the same story. We were all grotesques, and self-riveted, but in separate narratives, and so our interactions seemed weird and richly meaningless, like the characters in a Tennessee Williams play, with their bursting unimportant, but spell-bindingly mad speeches."

–Lorrie Moore, Anagrams

Boys often have permission to become men without the forfeiture of their desirability. And so these men write stories that grasp at girls who are ghosts twice over: first by being dead and second by being shallow shadows of actual girls, the assorted fragments of men's aging imaginations rather than the deep and dimensioned creatures that real girls are.”

Aug.19–Alana Massey, All the Lives I Want: Essays About My Best Friends Who Happen to Be Famous Strangers

Our theory of disaster, of sorrow, of affliction, borrowed from the poets and novelist, is that it is incessant; but every passage in our own lives and in the lives of others, so far as we have witnessed them, teaches us that this is false. The house of mourning is decorously darkened to the world, but within itself it is also the house of laughing. Burst of gaiety, as heartfelt as its grief, relieve the gloom, and the stricken survivors have their jest together, in which the thought of the dead is tenderly involved, and a fond sense, not crazier than many others, of sympathy and enjoyment beyond the silence, justifies the sunnier mood before sorrow rushes back, deploring and despairing, and make it all up again with the conventional fitness of things.”

July.19–William Dean Howells, The Rise of Silas Lapham

We had the great good fortune and shortcomings of character that marked every generation that had never seen war.”

June.19–Joshua Ferris, Then We Came to the End