“I was twelve. What did I know? How could I have imagined then how alone I would become.”— Dorianne Laux, amazon.com
“What hasn’t been rent, divided, split? Broken the days into nights, the night sky into stars, the stars into patterns I make up as I trace them with a broken-off blade of grass. Possible, unthinkable.”— Dorianne Laux, amazon.com