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“She would have liked a lotus, or China asters or the Japanese Iris, or meadow lilies--yes, she would have liked meadow lilies, because the very word meadow made her breathe more deeply, and either fling her arms or want to fling her arms, depending on who was by, rapturously up to whatever was watching in the sky. But dandelions were what she chiefly saw. Yellow jewels for everyday, studding the patched green dress of her back yard. She liked their demure prettiness second to their everydayness; for in that latter quality she thought she saw a picture of herself, and it was comforting to know that was was common could also be a flower.”
― Gwendolyn Brooks, Maud Martha

“If people could be compared to clothing, Jack would be a Hawaiian Shirt of a man. When he enters a room things get a little out of hand. He's the loudest person I've ever met in my entire life. He says he's partially deaf in one ear like that's supposed to make up for me going deaf in both.

Crazy Jack visits me every single Monday to make sure I'm still working on my book, "Come on, Michelle, just DO IT! How many pages do you have written? How many?”

I try to explain to him that I'm kind of busy and that the mood has to strike for greatness to appear on the page, but this is just "bullshit" according to him.”
― Michelle Dwyer, Junk Drunk

“the only trick of friendship, I think, is to find people who are better than you are—not smarter, not cooler, but kinder, and more generous, and more forgiving—and then to appreciate them for what they can teach you, and to try to listen to them when they tell you something about yourself, no matter how bad—or good—it might be, and to trust them, which is the hardest thing of all.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life