More like peering around life's corner with a pocket mirror in order to get a sense of the colors, the shape, the speed of the thing that is hurrying inexorably toward me. -- Lieke Marsman, 1990-2026. #SundaySentence, On Another Planet They Can Save Me. (Soon from @catapultbooks.bsky.social)

"Still, there are days like today when apples, pumpkin donuts, mums, and decorative pumpkins bless us." #SundaySentence by Lee Martin. www.erikadreifus.com/2026/10/sund...

This week's #SundaySentence is from Graham Greene's The End of the Affair

#SundaySentence

And it was not only the strain of the journey that I felt but the foreknowledge of boredom that comes upon us unaccountably at the beginning of a quest, and that checks, perhaps mercifully, our curiosity.

Muriel Spark, The House of the Famous Poet, The New Yorker, March 26, 1966 #SundaySentence

"There was a patch of lights like myriad petals shaken to the ground from the shed stars, and beyond was the red glare of the furnaces, playing like hot breath with the clouds" — D.H. Lawrence, "Sons and Lovers"

#SundaySentence

There is something else there, I mean here, in the dark where the poets live, outside the lines of perfect, in the deep-down outskirts of unmeasured eternity.
#sundaysentence
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#SundaySentence

She’d climbed up and over the hardships, the men who’d beat her, Jane’s daddy; she’d climbed, quite literally, out the front door of his house.

Fancy Gap
~Zak Jones

... the fierce sun that sparkled the windscreen made Ugwu wonder if he had died and this was what happened after death: an unending journey in a car.

– a #SundaySentence from Chimamanda Adichie's Half of a Yellow Sun.

I'd never read this before! A gift from @medievalmarginalia.com so long ago that I should be ashamed. My #sundaysentence, one day early (flying tomorrow): "Life without sinning was like food without salt, pure but tasteless."

“I’d like to paint you, but there are no colors, because there are so many, in my confusion, the tangible form of my great love.” Frida Kahlo, in a letter to Diego Rivera via @themarginalian.org.web.brid.gy #sundaysentence

Lauren left the fire behind, a fire in which she saw her future—a bright unfuckwithable blaze forward, an effulgent laser, a bright beam burning everything ahead of it into cinder, where she could be anything and do anything and no one could stop her.

#SundaySentence from @chuckwendig.bsky.social

If I could peel open an ancient tree trunk,

and find a way to climb inside —

I think that’s where I could find you again

“battle mountain” by Shawna Del Soul

UNDERNEATH YOUR FINGERNAILS

#SundaySentence

"All that will
be left of me:

in the margins of books
pencilled murmurs

you will never decipher."

#SundaySentence (and bonus #TodaysPoem) The Mist by Stuart Ross (@razovsky.bsky.social) from The Sky is a Sky in the Sky (2024 @coachhousebooks.bsky.social) chbooks.com/Books/T/The-...

“Once a year all world leaders should be put
in an Olympic swimming pool full of rotten
human blood to let them dog-paddle in their creation.
The lifeguard is a blind child playing video war games.”
Jim Harrison, “After the War”
#sundaysentence

“Hope calculates its schemes for a long & durable life, & presses us forward to imaginary points of bliss, & grasps at impossibilities, & and so ensnares us all.” Jim Shepard, “Our Day of Grace,” in THE QUEEN OF BAD INFLUENCES. #sundaysentence