Marisa Wojcikiewicz

“One can't live with one's finger everlastingly on one's pulse.”
― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

“The Universe is under no obligation to make sense to you.”
― Neil deGrasse Tyson

“Sad is one of those words that has given up its life for our country, it's been a martyr for the American dream, it's been neutralized, co-opted by our culture to suggest a tinge of discomfort that lasts the time it takes for this and then for that to happen, the time it takes to change a channel. But sadness is real because once it meant something real. It meant dignified, grave; it meant trustworthy; it meant exceptionally bad, deplorable, shameful; it meant massive, weighty, forming a compact body; it meant falling heavily; and it meant of a color: dark. It meant dark in color, to darken. It meant me. I felt sad.”
― Claudia Rankine, Don’t Let Me Be Lonely: An American Lyric

“With my eyes closed, I could hear hundreds of elves sweeping out my head with their tiny brooms. They kept sweeping and sweeping. It never occurred to any of them to use a dustpan”
― Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase