Neko Case Quotes

How will you know if you found me at last 'cause I'll be the one with my heart in my lap.

I'd been sailing so long I'd become the shore.

This tornado loves you

Looking back at my childhood, I slowly understood that even if no one talked about it, these secrets had been a distress signal that buzzed all through it, a frequency that's too low to hear, but you can still feel pulsing through the air, shaping you--with its invisible currents and dial tones--into the person you become.

The rule makers don't want us to know each other in real life, they want us to know "of" each other only, and fearfully at that; you'll see it on the nightly news in every region. Meeting, in person, as many people as possible is what smashes the illusion that we have no connection with "us" beyond some racist anthems and the pledge of allegiance.

As the soft rebellion gains speed, I feel my whole being stuffed up inside my mouth. I wonder, oh so fleetingly, how I got here. It’s a forbidden question; the mere thinking of it could open a trapdoor beneath my feet, and if I don’t wipe it away quick enough I’ll fall through. It’s a rabbit-hole vacuum and I swat the question from my mind. But it’s too late. I see a kid running down the grayest street possible. At first she looks gray, too. But then I see the embers of rage flying off her. She has rivulets of fur trickling out of her sleeves and down the back of her neck, a stray’s three-beat gait. She is not even a she at all, just an animal running, as hard as it can, panting, out of breath.

I also have acute high-end hearing, so things bother me that other people can't hear. For example, I can hear electricity. Most people can't. I had no idea, I just thought everybody could.

I had looked into the eyes of those wounds on my mother's hip bones for her; it was the worst thing I'd ever seen, and I would have done it a million times more because that's how much I loved her. I would kill the man who did these things to her and live in jail forever. How did she not know? How had I failed si utterly?

I had looked into the eyes of those wounds on my mother's hip bones for her; it was the worst thing I'd ever seen, and I would have done it a million times more because that's how much I loved her. I would kill the man who did these things to her and live in jail forever. How did she not know? How had I failed so utterly?

Sometimes you can even detect a trace of the women; it's been a long time since Christianity sunk its teeth in and shook hard, trying to break the necks of our spirits. So much of the feminine has been washed away, but the old witch Baba Yaga is still in there.

I grew up believing I was nothing, and sometimes my own insignificance wracked me with pain. But luckily, somewhere down the line, I came to realize that if I'm nothing, and have nothing, what's the real risk of putting myself out there?

Fear is funny; it sometimes seems more possible to continue doing time in the lonely jail you know rather than rising above it to connect with others.

Loving someone else's art can give you a ride at least halfway to where you are trying to go. Even if you don't know where that is yet.