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“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”
― Marilyn Monroe

“Who, being loved, is poor?”
― Oscar Wilde

“It is a condition of monsters that they do not perceive themselves as such. The dragon, you know, hunkered in the village devouring maidens, heard the townsfolk cry 'Monster!' and looked behind him.”
― Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone

“My alone feels so good, I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude.”
― Warsan Shire

“later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?

it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.”
― Warsan Shire

“Ecstasy that must look pretty from inside—to core not just an apple but the entire orchard, the family, even the dog. Leave the shells to the crows. A field of red lampshades in the dark Garden of Myiasis.

This is no cultivated haven. This is the earth riddled with a brother. The furrows are mountains. Waves of sand and we are ships wrecked. What’s left of a fleet of one hundred shadows shattered and bleached. A crop gone to sticks. The honeysuckle sags with bright sour powder. We have followed the flames, followed him here, where all the black birds in the world have fallen like a shotgun blast to the faded ground. The vines have hardened to worms baking in the desert heat. We are at the gate, shaking the gate, climbing the gate, clanging our cups against the gate.

This is no garden. This is my brother and I need a shovel to love him.”
― Natalie Díaz, When My Brother Was an Aztec

“I don't trust them but I'm learning to use them.”
― Adrienne Rich, Diving Into the Wreck

“The art of Frida Kahlo is a ribbon around a bomb' (Andre Breton qtd. p. 55)”
― Christina Burrus, Frida Kahlo: Painting Her Own Reality

“I can write the saddest lines tonight.

Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like these I held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.

Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.

That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me


The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.

Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,
and these are the last lines I will write for her.”
― Pablo Neruda

“I am a cage, in search of a bird.”
― Franz Kafka

“A cage went in search of a bird.”
― Franz Kafka, The Zürau Aphorisms

“His voice is low and soft, a piece of silk you might keep in a drawer and pull out only on rare occasions, just to feel it between your fingers.”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

“There’s a dream I have in which I love the world. I run from end to end like fingers through her hair. There are no borders, only wind. Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in the institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand on my stupid heart.”
― Cameron Awkward-Rich

“it’s that living long is not the same as living well.”
― Nikki Erlick, The Measure

“I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker.”
― Gwendolyn Brooks

“She was real to me. And while I can be logical about this, logic has never once mended a broken heart or fixed a sundered soul. She has poisoned the very core of me. A dream has killed me”
― Iain S. Thomas, Intentional Dissonance

“The Middle of the Bridge

I didn’t ask you here so you could like me.

I asked you here so that someone would know who I was.”
― Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This for You, 2007-2017

“sometimes my words
become a pile of broken glass
they do not come out
without hurting; dripping blood
and i forget how to speak”
― Noor Unnahar, Yesterday I Was the Moon

“What power would hell have if those imprisoned here would not be able to dream of heaven?”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 1: Preludes & Nocturnes

“She's realized the real problem with stories -- if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 1: Preludes & Nocturnes

“You say I have no power? Perhaps you speak truly... But — you say that dreams have no power here? Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar... Ask yourselves, all of you... What power would hell have if those imprisoned were not able to dream of heaven?”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 1: Preludes & Nocturnes

“You can know anything. It's all there. You just have to find it.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 1: Preludes & Nocturnes

“It is as natural to die as it is to be born.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 1: Preludes & Nocturnes

“The universe knows someone is missing, and slowly it attempts to replace him.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 1: Preludes & Nocturnes

“Have you ever had one of those dreams, you know where you think you've woken up, but you haven't ? It's just part of the nightmare and you're still in it...”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 1: Preludes & Nocturnes

“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

“Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 6: Fables & Reflections

“Life is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.”
― Neil Gaiman

“Stories may well be lies, but they are good lies that say true things, and which can sometimes pay the rent.”
― Neil Gaiman

“There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.”
― Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders