Isaure

“There isn't a story in the world that isn't in part, at least, addressed to the past.”
― Colum McCann, TransAtlantic

“I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.”
― William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

“a man who had fallen among thieves lay by the roadside on his back dressed in fifteenthrate ideas wearing a round jeer for a hat fate per a somewhat more than less emancipated evening had in return for consciousness endowed him with a changeless grin whereon a dozen staunch and leal citizens did graze at pause then fired by hypercivic zeal sought newer pastures or because swaddled with a frozen brook of pinkest vomit out of eyes which noticed nobody he looked as if he did not care to rise one hand did nothing on the vest its wideflung friend clenched weakly dirt while the mute trouserfly confessed a button solemnly inert. Brushing from whom the stiffened puke i put him all into my arms and staggered banged with terror through a million billion trillion stars”
― E.E. Cummings, 100 Selected Poems

“I will not kiss your fucking flag”
― E.E. Cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962