Adaora E

“On the map of you, my fingers could always find the green hills, Wales. Cool waters and a shore of white chalk. The ancient part of you carved out of stone in a prayerful circle, sacrosanct. Your spine's a ridge I'd die climbing.

If I could spread it out on my desk, I'd find the corner of your mouth where it pinches with my fingers, and I'd smooth it away and you'd be marked with the names of saints like all the old maps. I get the nomenclature now- saints' names belong to miracles”
― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

“In the crooks of your body, I find my religon.”
― Sappho

“someone will remember us
I say
even in another time”
― Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero