42 Quotes by Carl Phillips

I know, released, she won't come back.This is different from letting what,already, we count as lost go. It is nothinglike that. Also, it is not like wanting to learn whatlosing a thing we love feels like, Oh yes:I love her.

Is thereno savingwhat betrays itself?

Technically, the weight of pain is the weight of shadow.

How they madeout of shamelessness somethingbeautiful, for as long as they could.

I'd remember the way everyoneelse does: later, when none of it matters,memory as good as a mirror for changing things,no good at all

And now it is as we wanted it.

A stillness like that of music resting—or sex,after: what they call sadness, though itis not sadness.

Like asking at first Where am Iafter dream—and the room, in pieces, slow,comes back

a language that, all this time, we knew.