4 Quotes by Andrew Zurcher

She had been on the surface of the leaf, the leaf like a page, and the page that of a book; then by the margin she had sunk to its stem, gathering in; and now she was burrowing within the opening, down to the threads of the sticthing where they looped and tunnelled in the unliving earth, through the binding, and then out, anchorising, diffusing, radical. Here it begins. Here begins. Here.

She had been on the surface of the leaf, the leaf like a page, and the page that of a book; then by the margin she had sunk to its stem, gathering in; and now she was burrowing within the opening, down to the threads of the sticthing where they looped and tunnelled in the unliving earth, through the binding, and then out, anchoring, diffusing, radical. Here it begins. Here begins. Here.

So long as there is a middle, there is a story.

The beauty of night never fades, because it is a beauty that has not yet shone, a beauty of hope, of expectation, of desire. Your first view of a midday beauty is always in this sense your last: it becomes familiar, commonplace, indifferent, and thus in time neither beautiful nor really a view at all.