Wanda

“Because when I read, I don't really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.”
― Bohumil Hrabal, Too Loud a Solitude

“I have drunken deep of joy,
And I will taste no other wine tonight.”
― Percy Bysshe Shelley

“You've such a lovely temperature.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

“I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything.”
― Steven Wright