"There is something miraculous in the way the years wash away your evidence, first you, then your friends and family, then the descendants who remember your face, until you aren’t even a memory, you’re only carbon, no greater than your atoms, and time will divide them as well." Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena

"There was a gurgling in her left breast, a creaking of bubbles from an ocean floor to which she felt she was inevitably being returned as if weighted and her strength to ascend despite the weight ebbing. She imagined going to the doctor, which would be the sensible thing to do until she would report 'I feel fleeting' and would be diagnosed as ridiculous. She could self-diagnose that much, after all." Etta