The Saucy Wenches Book Club

I read, which I suspect is the reason I’m still alive and writing all this down. Only now, after rereading the same thirty or so beat-up paperbacks over and over — what few I could carry into this hole in the wall while I waited for the world to end — do I realize how much I miss it. How much I need the stories. The words. ~ W.H. Chizmar, Them

“It is classic human error,” Gloria said, “to disregard what we cannot see. But the continuation of life on this planet, just like its beginning, depends on relationships. No organism can function — or be understood — alone. Everywhere, life tangles.” ~ Chloe Benjamin, Under Story

“What kind of kingdom had I woken to, where the privilege to exist was not guaranteed but granted, perhaps by those most unfit to bestow it?” ~ Rachel Gillig, The Knave and the Moon

“Son, you’ve become a permanent affliction. Like plaque psoriasis, or pubic rot.” “Mom would raise hell if she heard you talk like that.” “Her suffering is over, thank God. Mine isn’t.” ~ Carl Hiaasen, Fever Beach

They came for you, she says. They came and they died. And you don’t know how to feel about that. Or you’re feeling many things right now. All these things that humans love to write poems about. Have you ever listened to a poem? That’s how humans really sing, isn’t it? ~ Paul Yoon, Etna

Wynn thought that if wolves sang, and coyotes, and elk and birds, and wind, and we, too, it was probably in response to a music we didn’t know we could hear. ~ Peter Heller, The River