61 Quotes About Sonora

We both knew no bounds to our escapism.

Look at the lonely fisherman,' my father says.'Look at his view,' my mother says.

The bad angels were the jinn, and the good angels were the jinn too, and we spoke to them both in the desert. In Arabic, jinn has the same root as the word for paradise, jenna. The word for jinn and the word for paradise both have the same root as the word for madness, junun. To be close to the jinn is to be close to madness, is to be even closer to paradise.

With the years, we become even more ourselves and call this change.

There is no moon. The stars have risen and fallen and given way to a new spread, to the smeared heart of our Milky Way.

My brain came alight with tenderness for her. I felt so sorry for everything. I yearned to embrace her, kiss her even, to stay with her, always her, my sister, my friend to the end. It was a story after all, even if a sick one. It was completely ours.

I meditated on my childhood, vague and distant before high school, where Laura still flickered only on the edge of things.

I am a memory house for those I have lost, those I no longer know.

I inherited this longing. I was addicted to it. And so I was at home with those who wanted and never had enough. I was at home in the places that could never be. The places found only in dreams.