Lon Surano

“The word that most perfectly describes the city of Cuzco is evocative. Intangible dust of another era settles on its streets, rising like the disturbed sediment of a muddy lake when you touch its bottom.”
― Ernesto Che Guevara

“My loneliness tasted like pennies.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“Igraine said sharply, 'You will not speak so of the God of my husband, who is a God of love.'
'You say so. And yet he has made war upon all other Gods, and slain those who will not worship him,' Viviane said.”
― Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon

“Otherwise, my life passed in a blur, that blessing of urban routine. The sense of distinct events that is so inescapable on a farm, where every rainstorm is thick with odor and color, and usefulness and timing, where omens of prosperity or ruin to come are sought in every change, where any of the world’s details may contain the one thing that above all else you will regret not knowing, this sense lifted off me. Maybe another way of saying it is that I forgot I was still alive.”
― Jane Smiley, A Thousand Acres