Marcus Carpenter

“You have to die a few times before you can really
live.”
― Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

“From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“I’d always secretly believed that a love as fierce and true as mine would be rewarded in the end, and now I was being forced to accept the bitter truth.”
― Alma Katsu, The Taker

“With women who do not love us, as with the "dear departed," the knowledge that there is no hope left does not prevent us from continuing to wait.”
― Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower