Adrian

“Adverse winds are holding mad Christmas in him, boys.”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

“Only when the honey turns to dust are you free.”
― Rebecca Solnit

“I always imagine them at nightfall, in the dusk of a slum or a vacant lot, in that long, quiet moment when things are gradually left alone, with their backs to the sunset, and when colors are like memories or premonitions of other colors. We must not be too prodigal with our angels; they are the last divinities we harbor, and they might fly away.”
― Jorge Luis Borges