Ash

“My childhood is streets upon streets upon streets upon streets. Streets to define you and streets to confine you, with no sign of motorway, freeway or highway.”
― Morrissey, Autobiography

“Heaven was a word: hell was something he could trust.”
― Graham Greene, Brighton Rock

“The abyss in which I live hasn't the wit to save itself from savage ignorance, and I now feel assured that I am not in the company of my own species (at least, I hope I am not, for it I am, then I am they). Dear God, let time pass quickly, and let this end. Let me be older and let this mediocrity pass as a dream - one in which the utmost was done to bury me alive.”
― Morrissey, Autobiography

“Let the red dawn surmise
What we shall do,
When this blue starlight dies
And all is through.
If we have loved but well
Under the sun,
Let the last morrow tell
What we have done.”
― Bliss Carman, Poems