Helen Wei

“We looked at the venerable stream not in the vivid flush of a short day that comes and departs for ever, but in the August light of abiding memories.”
― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

“I held her and she cried into my shoulder so deeply that I could feel the sorrow from her soul blending completely and profoundly with my own.”
― Christopher Scotton, The Secret Wisdom of the Earth

“But it can't be true that he drifts from one reality to another, independent of the logic of time. This is not possible. You are made out of time. This is the force that tells you who you are. Close your eyes and feel it. It is time that defines your existence.”
― Don DeLillo, The Body Artist

“Her eyes had to adjust to the night sky. She walked away from the house, out of the spill of electric light, and the sky grew deeper. She watched for a long time and it began to spread and melt and go deeper still, developing strata and magnitudes and light-years in numbers so unapproachable that someone had to invent idiot names to represent the arrays of ones and zeros and powers and dominations because only the bedtime language of childhood can save us from awe and shame.”
― Don DeLillo, The Body Artist