Sidney Amos

“Suppose I were to begin by saying that I had fallen in love with a color.”
― Maggie Nelson, Bluets

“I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

“Don't tell people what you are thinking, or you will miss them terribly when you are away.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

“Eventually I confess to a friend some details about my weeping—its intensity, its frequency. She says (kindly) that she thinks we sometimes weep in front of a mirror not to inflame self-pity, but because we want to feel witnessed in our despair. (Can a reflection be a witness? Can one pass oneself the sponge wet with vinegar from a reed?)”
― Maggie Nelson, Bluets