Pete Raynor

“Suttree stood among the screaming leaves and called the lightning down. It cracked and boomed about and he pointed out the darkened heart within him and cried for light. If there be any art in the weathers of this earth. Or char these bones to coal. If you can, if you can. A blackened rag in the rain.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Suttree

“In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.”
― Rumi

“A mountain keeps an echo deep inside. That's how I hold your voice.”
― Rumi

“We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.”
― Rumi