Jenise Putz

“There was something magic in their large perfect eyes, something that made you pay attention”
― Scott Westerfeld, Uglies

“And the rest is rust and stardust.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“These negroes aren't asking for no nation. They wanna crawl back on the plantation.”
― Malcolm X

“The thread has snapped. No sound even to mark the breaking let alone the fall. That long anticipated disintegration, when the darkest angel of all, the horror beyond all horrors, sits at last upon my chest, permanently enfolding me in its great covering wings, black as ink, veined in Bees' purple. A creature without a voice. A voice without a name. As immortal as my life. Come here at long last to summon the wind.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski