Collette

“It wasn’t the kind of thing you could ask but still I wanted to know. Did she have nightmares too? Crowd fears? Sweats and panics? Did she ever have the sense of observing herself from afar, as I often did, as if the explosion had knocked my body and my soul into two separate entities that remained about six feet apart from one another? Her gust of laughter had a self-propelling recklessness I knew all too well from wild nights with Boris, an edge of giddiness and hysteria that I associated (in myself, anyway) with having narrowly missed death.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.”
― Zelda Fitzgerald

“You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour...”
― John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

“I wish I’d done everything on Earth with you.”
― Baz Luhrmann