The future will be gorgeous and reckless, and words, those luminous charms, will set us free again. Carole Maso More Quotes by Carole Maso More Quotes From Carole Maso If writing is language and language is desire and longing and suffering . . . then why when we write, when we make shapes on paper, why then does it so often look like the traditional, straight models, why does our longing look for example like John Updike's longing? Carole Maso suffering desire writing But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars. Carole Maso stars sky looks It's an honor and privilege to be next to the great mysteries, and that's what I get to do every day. Why are we here? How beautiful the Earth is. Whatever it is, large and small. There's so much that's beautiful and moving and sad, to experience that and find shapes for it, to deeply enter that meditative space. There's nothing like it. Everything else seems so pale. Carole Maso space beautiful moving Truth be told, there is not one day that goes by when I don't fall in love with someone, with something. Carole Maso truth-is falling-in-love one-day After sex, after coffee, after everything there is to be said -- Carole Maso coffee beautiful sex One of the strangest things about writing well is that it requires two different zones in the brain--rigor and recklessness--simultaneously. Carole Maso brain writing two How I love them. How good they are. They endure endless hours of me talking about the future. They keep me near and at the same time bid me farewell. That is what real love is. Carole Maso farewell real love-is Deliriously imagined, The Mothering Coven is a work of wonder. Joanna Ruocco arrives: marvelous, and fully sprung! Carole Maso sprung mothering wonder The Voice of the River is a beautifully written, deeply inclusive and profoundly spirtual work of art. I am moved by its great genorosity above all, and its wisdom. It is a gift like no other. Carole Maso voice rivers art Huddled around the fire of the alphabet. Carole Maso alphabet fire
