Bryn

“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

“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

“She is merely acclimatizing herself, in accordance with a natural law, like an animal which changes its coat for the winter. Thousands of people like Frl. Schroeder are acclimatizing themselves. After all, whatever government is in power, they are doomed to live in this town.”
― Christopher Isherwood, Goodbye to Berlin

“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