Collin

“We all — in the end — die in medias res. In the middle of a story. Of many stories.”
― Mona Simpson

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anais Nin

“I loved the full heat of being drunk, like I was made of melting chocolate and spreading in all directions.”
― Leslie Jamison, The Gin Closet

“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.”
― Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God