on failed ambitions and fairytales (marian engel)

Fishwives. Fishwidows. And we all set out to be mermaids.

- 104, Bear, Marian Engel

on letting the sun inside (marian engel)

Yet, when the weather turned and the sun filtered into even her basement windows, when the sunbeams were laden with spring dust and the old tin ashtrays began to stink of a winter of nicotine and contemplation, the flaws in her plodding private world were made public, even to her, for although she loved old shabby things, things that had already been loved and suffered, objects with a past, when she saw that her arms were slug-pale and her fingerprints grained with old, old ink, that the detritus with which she bedizened her bulletin boards was curled and value-less, when she found that her eyes would no longer focus in the light, she was always ashamed, for the image of the Good Life long ago stamped on her soul was quite different than this, and she suffered in contrast.

- 12, Bear, Marian Engel