21 Quotes by Amber Sparks

The donkey skin - burn it. But not until you find true love. You'll lose your chance at love forever if you shed you skin too soon.

Other people just possess you, she'd told her friend, the butcher. Is that so bad ? he'd asked. To be possessed ?It's the worst fate of all, she'd say. The donkey skin, she thought, was everything else in the world; it was solitude : anonymous, bloody, and happy ever after.

Maybe then he would have understood her better, understood how suffering steals the aptitude for happiness from you. Maybe he would have been okay with her melancholy then.

I wrote it for you, and for all the daughters, and for all the mothers of daughters, and for all the mothers of mothers of daughters, thank you for carrying the world.

They asked you the name of the god you worshipped and you replied, "Myself.

Was that the point of suffering: to understand, in some way, what you still had? To clarify it, to rip the stars from the sky and hold them in the hand like diamonds‒to darken all the rest but the most glittering, glad memories? Was that the way to live a sunny life?

She almost wishes for another love affair, sometimes, just to be able to end it. Just to feel that door close once more. Would that be true love ? The relief of loneliness, replayed forever and ever ?

She was her father’s daughter but she’d inherited her mother’s black anger. It burned through her sometimes like a chemical fire, brief and devastating and utterly unstoppable.

And what is history, anyway, but the chance to dig up our skeletons and give them new stories ?