“I wanted to be a part of the fearless storm, to be one with it, to refuse to see myself as its passive victim or its naive, romantic worshipper falling down on my knees in a humility I didn’t possess. I wanted to be a part of the order and the chaos, the violence and the raging waters.”— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, narrativemagazine.comTagged: Storms, Thunderstorms, After The Storm, surviving, Part Of The Storm
“Storms and wars were always beginning and always ending, and we lived our lives in the aftermath. There must’ve already been some kind of body count. What was it about us that we measured our catastrophes in bodies? Maybe it consoled those of us who survived.”— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, narrativemagazine.comTagged: Storms, Thunderstorms, After The Storm, surviving
“There is something compelling and seductive about a dangerous sky. The dark clouds made the city appear ancient and wise and civilized, made the buildings look like abandoned ruins that kept all the secrets of the dead.”— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, narrativemagazine.comTagged: Beautiful Language, Sky, Night Sky, Dangerous Sky, Storms
“I wanted to tell him I cared too much. What I didn’t care about was picking up a guy for a night. Maybe I was going through a phase, but love for a night wasn’t love, and taking a stranger to bed wasn’t any different than buying a lottery ticket. Did you really expect to win?”— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, narrativemagazine.comTagged: Love, Love For The Night, Hookup, Love & Sex
“I loved mornings—the only time of the day that I was free from the prison of words.”— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, narrativemagazine.comTagged: Words, Writing, mornings, Bound By Words
“I didn't know I’d fallen in love with him, though of course I had, didn’t begin to know it until I sat next to him, smoking a cigarette on the back steps of my apartment on that cloudy day in August just before the rains came.”— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, narrativemagazine.comTagged: Falling In Love, Accidental Love, August, Summer