3 Quotes by Joanna Cantor

Her craving for abstraction, for metaphor, was almost physical, but she could not will herself to construct meaning from her surroundings.

They nodded, polite and distant. It wasn’t just that they didn’t understand what the past year had been for her, she saw, but that they didn’t want to try to understand. Loss, grief – her friends insulated their youth against such things, as if to even truly acknowledge then was an invitation.

When you knew what you wanted, everything became simpler, more streamlined.