Sara

“She was given to me to put things right
And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her
Still I seemed so obselete and small
I found God and all His devils inside her
In my bed she cast the blizzard out
A mock sun blazed upon her head
So completely filled with light she was
Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad
Our love-lines grew hopelessly tangled
And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle”
― Nick Cave

“I can't explain it. It's what turns you to powder, being ground between what you can't do and what you must do. You just turn to dust.”
― James Salter

“The heaviest impact of the work of art is in the guts. Art does not reason. It manhandles you and changes you...”
― Lawrence Durrell

“And then I feel the sun itself
as it blazes over the hills,
like a million flowers on fire --
clearly I'm not needed,
yet I feel myself turning
into something of inexplicable value.”
― Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Volume One