Reyna Melvin

“...to be paid for one's joy is to steal.”
― Mark Helprin, Winter's Tale

“He was my husband, my apartment mate, my soul mate, the father of the little plant in my confused soil, the lover who had made me adore his body without inhibition after my years of relative solitude, the person for whom I'd given up my old self.”
― Elizabeth Kostova, The Swan Thieves

“We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world.”
― Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values

“Creative Endeavour lost her wings, Mrs Ape.”
― Evelyn Waugh, Vile Bodies