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“Stupid boy,
You can get lost in every book
but you can never forget yourself
the way god forgets
his hands.”
― Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

“I looked back at you. These moments that are talismans and treasure”
― Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

“AND BOB DYLAN TOO “Anything worth thinking about is worth singing about.” Which is why we have songs of praise, songs of love, songs of sorrow. Songs to the gods, who have so many names. Songs the shepherds sing, on the lonely mountains, while the sheep are honoring the grass, by eating it. The dance-songs of the bees, to tell where the flowers, suddenly, in the morning light, have opened. A chorus of many, shouting to heaven, or at it, or pleading. Or that greatest of love affairs, a violin and a human body. And a composer, maybe hundreds of years dead. I think of Schubert, scribbling on a café napkin. Thank you, thank you.”
― Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings

“because we'll someday ache
for any regular sunday in june
where the sun was a sure
thing and breath tasted like warm
grass and there was not a single
indication the cosmos would one
day shut like your eyes, tight
with pleasure.”
― Savannah Brown, Sweetdark