the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
❝ But he will not be consoled
by her or pleasure or any
thing, for being
alive on this earth,
for all the women he can never
throw himself into,
for being locked in his body
which will get bigger
or fly, for the thousands of men
he can never kill. For the verb to die. ❞
- Margaret Atwood, Singing to Genghis Khan
by her or pleasure or any
thing, for being
alive on this earth,
for all the women he can never
throw himself into,
for being locked in his body
which will get bigger
or fly, for the thousands of men
he can never kill. For the verb to die. ❞
- Margaret Atwood, Singing to Genghis Khan