Monthly Archives: September 2009

Back Roads – Tawni O’Dell

“She liked art and sometimes the way she talked sounded like a painting.”
“Misty stared back at her blankly, the lack of expression on her face betraying a storm of emotion underneath.”

The Namesake


“We all came out of Gogol’s overcoat.”


“At times his name, an entity shapeless and weightless, manages nevertheless to distress him physically, like the scratchy tag of a shirt he has been forced permanently to wear.”

“More deaths come, more telephone calls startle them in the middle of the night, more letters arrive in the mailbox informing them of aunts and uncles no longer with them. The news of these deaths never gets lost in the mail as other letters do. Somehow, bad news, however ridden with static, however filled with echoes, always manages to be conveyed.”

As A Man Thinketh – James Allen


“Blessedness, not possessions, is the measure of right thought; wretchedness, not lack of material possessions, is the measure of wrong thought.”

“Change of diet will not help a man who will not change his thoughts. When a man makes his thoughts pure, he no longer desires impure food.”

“Thought allied fearlessly to purpose becomes creative force.”

“In all human affairs there are efforts, and there are results. The strength of the efford is the measure of the result. Change is not. “Gifts”, powers, material, intellectual, and spiritual possessions are the fruits of effort. They are thoughts completed, objectives accomplished, visions realised.”

Married by Force – Leila


“I wanted God to take care of everything for me, to show me some kindness in sorting out my destiny, so that I could stop feeling guilty, trapped, unloved and tossed about on life’s waves like some insignificant cork. God never put in an appearance, despite my prayers.”

“Like Souria and so many other young girls, I was weighed down by the constant burden of being female. A woman’s body is a congenital sin; a daughter only really exists in her father’s eyes as a domestic servant kept locked in her room and a gift-wrapped parcel of virginity to be presented to the man of his choice.”

“Maman… I adore my mother, but I couldn’t tolerate this constant submissiveness, this need to worship men at all costs. They’re right, we must trust them, believe them even if they’re lying, so that they won’t run off and leave us flat, repudiated, the laughing stock of the neighbourhood, the family, the country of our ancestors.”