Never in my life
had I felt myself so near
that porous line
where my own body was done with
and the roots and the stems of the flowers
began.
Mary Oliver, "White Flowers" (1991)
The wicked will run to the iron bridge, but it will
collapse under their weight. The righteous
will cross the paper bridge, and it will support
them all. Paper is the only eternal bridge. Your purpose
as a writer is to achieve one task, and one task only:
to build a paper bridge to the world to come.
Dara Horn, The World to Come