To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the breaking of bread.
— James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time
— In The Soul’s Streets
We were ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin? – Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
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