Jaimeé Flowers

“What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.... And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.”
― Soren Kierkegaard, Either - Or

“Abandoned buildings are like abandoned people. They grow bitter and start to keep bad company.”
― Louise Welsh, The Girl on the Stairs

“Now here he was, drunk and sober at the same time. Each half of him disgusted at the other.”
― Louise Welsh, Naming the Bones