May

“What could be lonelier than trying to communicate?”
― Denis Johnson

“Spiderlike, I spin mirrors,
Loyal to my image.”
― Sylvia Plath

“I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there's nothing but light when I see you.”
― Shinji Moon

“Spezia offered Leopold almost nothing: his precocity devoured itself there, rejecting the steep sunny coast and nibbling blue edge of the sea that had drowned Shelley. His spirit became crustacean under douches of culture and mild philosophic chat from his Uncle Dee, who was cultured rather than erudite.”
― Elizabeth Bowen, The House in Paris