Bryn

“What is wrong with this gentleman, Sylvester?’ the tall one said. ‘A man’s dying outside!’ I said. ‘Someone is always dying,’ the other one said. ‘Yes, and it’s good to die beneath God’s great tent of sky.”
― Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man

“Death’s Brother is the name that poets give to sleep. For most men those dark hours are a reminder of the stillness that waits at the end of days.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“Dance is the universal art, the common joy of expression. Those who cannot dance are imprisoned in their own ego and cannot live well with other people and the world. They have lost the tune of life. They only live in cold thinking. Their feelings are deeply repressed while they attach themselves forlornly to the earth.”
― Ishmael Reed, Mumbo Jumbo: A Novel

“And suddenly, strength and life charge me like a bull and the tide of life surrounds the taste bud of the morne, and all the veins and veinlets busy themselves with new blood, and the enormous lung of the cyclones breathes and the hoarded fire of volcanoes and the gigantic seismic pulse now beats the measure of a body alive in my firm blazing.”
― Aimé Césaire, Notebook of a Return to My Native Land: Cahier d'un retour au pays natal