As her fate, she accepted the world of ice, shining, shimmering, dead; she resigned herself to the triumph of glaciers and the death of the world.

~ Anna Kavan

Anna Kavan Death Fate Glaciers Ice Resignation

I am in no mood to fulminate on paper--I wish the two of us were in a room together talking of what matters most, the air thick with affinity. In January a man crawls into a cave of hopelessness; he hallucinates sympathies catching fire. Letters are glaciers, null frigates, trapping us where we are in the moment, unable to carry us on toward truth.

~ Carlene Bauer

Carlene Bauer Conversations Correspondence Epistolary Glaciers January Letters Soul Mates Winter