Joanna

“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

“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
― Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

“We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.”
― Jack Kerouac

“I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.”
― John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America