Cara Jacobs

“I told him that I would continue our work, our collaboration, for as long as I lived. Will you write our story? Do you want me to? You have to he said no one but you can write it. I will do it, I promised, though I knew it would be a vow difficult to keep. I love you Patti. I love you Robert. And he was wheeled away for tests and I never heard him speak again. Save for his breath, which seemed to fill his hospital room as he lay dying. (p. 287)”
― Patti Smith, Just Kids

“Graag of niet. Het zijn godverdomme m&m's, geen pillen. Ze zijn de enige lunch die we krijgen.' Ze zei het woord lunch zo sarcastisch, dat ik in hysterisch lachen uitbarstte. Sally keek me aan en moest ook lachen. En toen drong de werkelijkheid weer tot me door en maakte het lachen plaats voor tranen en uiteindelijk huilden we allebei tranen met tuiten in elkaars armen. Maar de m&m's aten we op.”
― Sarah Forsyth, Mijn leven in de hel

“And perhaps her escape was not from anything she had done, but from what she had seen. It was a speculation. I would never find out, for she possessed her secrets fully, as did those women that Vermeer painted in this same gray, lowland light; like theirs, her silence seemed absolute.”
― Teju Cole, Open City

“Beneath the feet of Christ was a skull embellished with the words memento mori. "It means 'Remember we are mortal,' " said Gregory, "but poetry is not." I just nodded. (p. 155)”
― Patti Smith, Just Kids