Richard Siken

«Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later.»

Richard Siken


«He could build a city. Has a certain capacity. There’s a niche in his chest»

Richard Siken


«This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish.»

Richard Siken


«You're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.»

Richard Siken


«If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.»

Richard Siken