Madu Lima

“THE MOON was but a chin of gold
A night or two ago,
And now she turns her perfect face
Upon the world below.

Her forehead is of amplest blond;
Her cheek like beryl stone;
Her eye unto the summer dew
The likest I have known.

Her lips of amber never part;
But what must be the smile
Upon her friend she could bestow
Were such her silver will!

And what a privilege to be
But the remotest star!
For certainly her way might pass
Beside your twinkling door.

Her bonnet is the firmament,
The universe her shoe,
The stars the trinkets at her belt,
Her dimities of blue.”
― Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“Some books are songs like that, the ones you go back to, make playlists of, put on repeat.”
― David Arnold, The Strange Fascinations of Noah Hypnotik

“In the background Bowie sings of lawmen and cavemen, sailors fighting in dance halls, and I wish he were here now, in this kitchen with me, and I would hold his hand and together we would talk of life—on Mars, or otherwise.”
― David Arnold, The Strange Fascinations of Noah Hypnotik