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The Ten Thousand Doors of January
Thresholds are dangerous places, neither here nor there, and walking across one is like stepping off the edge of a cliff in the naive faith that you’ll sprout wings halfway down. You can’t hesitate, or doubt. You can’t fear the in-between.
from The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow
Keely Adler added 8mo ago
I say “amateur” only because it was fashionable for wealthy men to refer to their passions in this dismissive way, with a little flick of their fingers, as if admitting to a profession other than moneymaking might sully their reputations.
from The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow
Keely Adler added 8mo ago
It’s a profoundly strange feeling, to stumble across someone whose desires are shaped so closely to your own, like reaching toward your reflection in a mirror and finding warm flesh under your fingertips. If you should ever be lucky enough to find that magical, fearful symmetry, I hope you’re brave enough to grab it with both hands and not let go.
from The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow
Keely Adler added 8mo ago
It felt like donning a suit of armor or sprouting wings, extending past the boundaries of myself; it felt an awful lot like love.
from The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow
Keely Adler added 8mo ago
fallen women are afforded a species of freedom.
from The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow
Keely Adler added 8mo ago
Words and their meanings have weight in the world of matter, shaping and reshaping realities through a most ancient alchemy.
from The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow
Keely Adler added 5mo ago
Its name is Modernity, I am told, and it carries Progress and Prosperity in its coal-fired belly—but I see only rigidity, repression, a chilling resistance to change.
from The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow
Keely Adler added 8mo ago
You see, doors are many things: fissures and cracks, ways between, mysteries and borders. But more than anything else, doors are change.
from The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow
Keely Adler added 8mo ago
Something about having a child bends you back to your beginnings, as if you have been drawing a circle all your life and now are compelled to close it.
from The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow
Keely Adler added 8mo ago