Elizabeth

“The past is never dead. It's not even past.”
― William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun

“...quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again. I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out out of the West and reached the mirage.”
― Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

“True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.”
― Yukio Mishima

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