Bree Conklin

“And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.”
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?”
― Ernest Hemingway

“When men stop believing in God, it isn't that they then believe in nothing: they believe in everything.”
― Umberto Eco

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
― Ernest Hemingway