Of course poems aren’t asked for or ordered. And how do you build a life?

“Copperopolis” by Tommy Orange in Freeman’s CALIFORNIA

#SundaySentence

Crawley turned his two younger children loose day after day in the Palais-Royal gardens, because he thought it would keep them amused, but they were not brought up to spend a whole afternoon sitting on iron chairs.

Mavis Gallant, The Statues Taken Down, The New Yorker,
2 Oct '65 #SundaySentence 📚

'Breadcrumbs are never a meal. And love, will die, when it begs to be fed.' - Marie France- Leger
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Being raised Evangelical is like getting chicken pox as a child: You might recover, but you are never free. The virus will live in your nerves until you die.

#SundaySentence from Original Sin: On the Genetics of Vice, the Problem of Blame, and the Future of Forgiveness by Kathryn Paige Harden

The issue was not a lost birthday poem read after dinner, it was what the poem by its non-existence had become: a repository of dreams, of tortured nostalgia, futile retrospective anger and a focus of unhinged reverence.
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Ian McEwan / What We Can Know

Salt cut lemons overnight, then layer them in a jar with stripes of paprika and bathe them in olive oil. They will glow on the shelves of your cupboard, suggesting possibilities the other jars never could. - Diana Henry, Around the Table (2025)

#SundaySentence #howto #pickle #lemons

I rummaged in my mind through all the books I had ever read, which was always my first response in a crisis. - by Emily McBride in her debut novel Queen Mab- "motherhood, madness, the myths that haunt us." #SundaySentence #Booksky

“Don’t catch anybody’s name until proof that they have a name worth catching.”
#SundaySentence from The Disappearers by Marlon James

Sibel, with the felicitous intuition so prevalent in the bourgeoisies of non-Western countries, saw psychoanalysis as a “scientific sharing of confidences” invented for Westerners unaccustomed to the curative traditions of family solidarity and shared secrets. Orhan Pamuk #SundaySentence

"They remind us — softly, arrogantly, perfectly — that Jerusalem has always been shared, whether we admit it or not." This week's #SundaySentence comes from Sarah Tuttle-Singer's *Fairy Lights in God’s Backyard: A Jerusalem Love Story* www.erikadreifus.com/2026/09/sund...

“Inside, the house was tiny—possibly eight hundred square feet—its walls stained with tobacco smoke, every corner crammed with the flotsam of a long and often difficult life within view of the sea.”

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www.penguinrandomhouse.ca/books/306131...

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When I die, I want to be sung across the threshold.

Let the Last Thing be Song
~Hannah Fries

There is no such thing as freedom and equality for any woman, as long as there is racism and sexism, and there is no such thing as unified strength for the Black community as long as those forces divide and endanger it. #sundaysentence #gloriasteinhem #randomhouse
#anunexpectedlife

Really cool feature about Jack Johnson in the NYT had this perfect quote from Ben Harper, describing Jack (& artists in general, I think). It's my #sundaysentence this week: "It takes a great deal of intensity to actually sound simple and pure."

"Eloquence must flow like a stream that is fed by an abundant spring and not sprout forth a little frothy water on some gaudy day and remain dry the rest of the year" — Bolingbroke, qtd. in "English Prose Style" by Herbert Read

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There was a sprinkling of garnets on the hilltops and these were the tears of the Moon, fallen back to Earth.

Douglas Stuart, John of John #SundaySentence

This week's #SundaySentence is from Djuna Barnes' Nightwood:

"I like the prince who was reading a book when the executioner touched him on the shoulder telling him that it was time, and he, arising, laid a bookmark between the pages to keep his place."

“Nothing more, really, than surprise at your absence”

— John Ashbery, Clepsydra

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