All night I dreamt of bonfires and burn piles and ghosts of men, and spirits behind those birds of flame. I cannot tell anymore when a door opens or closes, I can only hear the frame saying, Walk through.

— Ada Limon

I am not obsessing. I am just sitting here perforating this post-it with a push-pin.

— Ada Limon

If we could light up the room with pain, we’d be such a glorious fire.

— Ada Limon

I'm thirty-five and remember all that I've done wrong.

— Ada Limon

People have done this before, but not us.

— Ada Limon

There are so many people who’ve come before us, arrows and wagon wheels, obsidian tools, buffalo. Look out at the meadow, you can almost see them, generations dissolved in the bluegrass and hay. I want to try and be terrific. Even for an hour.

— Ada Limon

What I didn't like was how people talked to meow that I was no longer single; they were nicer. Men who never looked at me would start up a conversation, like I was suddenly some safer form of fire.

— Ada Limon