Sarah

“Maybe I had found true love. Not that true love is a bitter, rotten dead monkey in a box. But then again, maybe.”
― Aaron Cometbus

“The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“Not all dying words are true and this blessing is no less real for being shorn of its ground.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“Piece by piece, I fed my wardrobe to the night wind, and flutteringly, like a loved one’s ashes, the gray scraps were ferried off, to settle here, there, exactly where I would never know, in the dark heart of New York.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar