David

“The ordinary-sized stuff which is our lives, the things people write poetry about—clouds—daffodils—waterfalls—what happens in a cup of coffee when the cream goes in—these things are full of mystery, as mysterious to us as the heavens were to the Greeks.”
― Tom Stoppard, Arcadia

“My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth.”
― Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses