Rachel

“And the rest is rust and stardust.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet black bough.”
― Ezra Pound

“For if it is rash to walk into a lion’s den unarmed, rash to navigate the Atlantic in a rowing boat, rash to stand on one foot on top of St. Paul’s, it is still more rash to go home alone with a poet. A poet is Atlantic and lion in one. While one drowns us the other gnaws us. If we survive the teeth, we succumb to the waves. A man who can destroy illusions is both beast and flood. Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth. Roll up that tender air and the plant dies, the colour fades. The earth we walk on is a parched cinder. It is marl we tread and fiery cobbles scorch our feet. By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. ‘Tis waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life—(and so on for six pages if you will, but the style is tedious and may well be dropped).”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of Him.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera