Caleb Thompson

“You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.”
― M.L Stedman

“And from that time on I bathed in the Poem
Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk,
Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam,
A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.”
― Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell and The Drunken Boat

“The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down to plan hell, since no two of them could agree on the design of heaven.”
― Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River

“The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.”
― Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence