Clare Sawyer

“I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.”
― Atticus c

“As he took her hand
he gave her
all she had been
waiting for--
a shiver
down her spine.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“2-1-10:
A languid Sunday, afternoon turned into evening, evening into night, night into morning.
'I just want to enjoy your nextness and nearness,' O says.
He puts his ear to my chest and listens to my heart and counts the beats.
'Sixty-two,' he says with a satisfied smile, and I can't imagine anything more intimate.”
― Bill Hayes, Insomniac City: New York, Oliver, and Me