“ She was just so sad. Her whole face hung with it, like sadness was her personal gravity. ”
Sophie knew about power animals,everyone did...Sophie thought she might be a cat, she liked cats a lot.
~ Michelle Tea
I knew what I stood for, even if nobody else did. I knew the piece of me on the inside, truer than all the rest, that never comes out. Doesn't everyone have one? Some kind of grand inner princess waiting to toss her hair down, forever waiting at the tower window. Some jungle animal so noble and fierce you had to crawl on your belly through dangerous grasses to get a glimpse.
I was so sad that day. My heart was trying to climb from my body.
Did anyone think this canon of druggie men were out of control? Only in the most admirable of ways! Out of control like a shaman or a space explorer, like a magician sawing himself in half. Out of control like a poet.
