Michele

“At that moment I knew what the plebs were, much more clearly than when, years earlier, she had asked me. The plebs were us. The plebs were that fight for food and wine, that quarrel over who should be served first and better, that dirty floor on which the waiters clattered back and forth, those increasingly vulgar toasts. The plebs were my mother, who had drunk wine and now was leaning against my father’s shoulder, while he, serious, laughed, his mouth gaping, at the sexual allusions of the metal dealer. They were all laughing, even Lila, with the expression of one who has a role and will play it to the utmost.”
― Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend

“There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Republicans go to Sam's Club, Democrats go to Costco.”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“Never put off till tomorrow what may be done day after tomorrow just as well.”
― Mark Twain