Nick Adams

“Do you remember, darling
A year ago today
When we gave ourselves to each other
Before you went away
At the end of that pleasant summer weather
Which we had spent by the sea together?

How little we knew, my darling,
All that the year would bring!
Did I think of the wretched mornings
When I should kiss my ring
And long with all my heart to see
The girl who gave the ring to me?

We have not been sorry darling
We loved each other so-
We will not take back the promises
We made a year ago-

And so again, my darling
I give myself to you,
With graver thought than a year ago
With love that is deep and true.”
― Sarah Orne Jewett

“My dear, you think too hard," was all she said. "Come here." She stood up and wrapped me in her arms. We cried and sobbed and wept and bled tears. But when we were finished, all we could do was continue living.”
― Nnedi Okorafor, Who Fears Death

“Satire,” said Swift, “is a glass in which we see every countenance but our own.”
― Marshall McLuhan, Understanding Media: The Extensions of Man

“Humpty-Dumpty is the familiar example of the clown unsuccessfully imitating the acrobat. Just because all the King’s horses and all the King’s men couldn’t put Humpty-Dumpty together again, it doesn’t follow that electromagnetic automation couldn’t have put Humpty-Dumpty back together. The integral and unified egg had no business sitting on a wall anyway. Walls are made of uniformly fragmented bricks that arise with specialisms and bureaucracies. They are the deadly enemies of integral beings like eggs. Humpty-Dumpty met the challenge of the wall with a spectacular collapse.”
― Marshall McLuhan, Understanding Media: The Extensions of Man