Paolo Müller

“I think of the snow, falling, drifting upward. Of extending the ephemeral. Spaces follow spaces, burgeoning, and the air smells so sweet.”
― Meia Geddes, Love Letters to the World

“In the silence of the woods
among the wildflowers
butterflies danced.”
― Meeta Ahluwalia

“What, you egg? [stabs him]”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“It was his manner - the warmth of him, like steam rising from tea. One looked at him and thought, Here is a great man, and also a good one, though few men are ever both.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer