Jack Neefus

“I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff -and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
And from the inside, too, I'd duplicate
Myself, my lamp, an apple on a plate:
Uncurtaining the night, I'd let dark glass
Hang all the furniture above the grass,
And how delightful when a fall of snow
Covered my glimpse of lawn and reached up so
As to make chair and bed exactly stand
Upon that snow, out in that crystal land!”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire

“Like you and me," said Jade. "How we used to be."

"What do you mean? Crazy?"

"Living on our own world. Believing what we felt was separate from everything else. We couldn't do anything except be together and nothing else was real."

"That's right."

"Well, that's crazy. And you just said it was, even you."

"No, " I said, "not when we both believe it. Crazy people are alone and no one understands what they mean. But that's not our way. We both know and it makes complete sense. It's not when you make it true by living it. And other people believe it, too, remember. Believe it about us. Everyone who knows us, sees us together. We have that effect.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“Love gives us a heightened consciousness through which to apprehend the world, but anger gives us a precise, detached perception of its own.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love