“Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village
that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field
that no longer exists, where everything was discovered, and everything was
possible. A stick could be a sword, a pebble could be a diamond, a tree, a
castle.
"Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a house across the
field, from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was
queen and he was king. In the autumn light her hair shone like a crown. They
collected the world in small handfuls, and when the sky grew dark, and they
parted with leaves in their hair.
"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a
girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life
answering.”
-Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
That is so beautiful, I don't even want to think. It makes me shrivel up inside because I will never be able to write something as gorgeous.
-Editor
Oh. Oh, gosh. That is perfect. I am at once in love and in despair. That's beautiful. (Just so you know, it for some reason makes me think of your "Stars in Your Fingers" story, actually.)
ReplyDeleteIsn't it just the most beautiful thing??? Yes, love and despair describes it perfectly.
DeleteHahaha, well thank you :P I'm flattered.
You are capable of writing things that well-- I though it WAS you, until you credited it at the end. =)
ReplyDeleteWell, I'm flattered :P Thank you for the vote of confidence.
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