Morgan

“There was a part of her she hadn’t yet allowed to be born because it was too beautiful for this place”
― Denis Johnson, Jesus’ Son

“For beauty to work, there must be a surface capable of receiving the wound.”
― Timothy Morton, Realist Magic

“My bed was pushed up hard against the wall just below the window. I loved to sleep with the windows open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open my windows and put my head on my pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak. There would be raindrops blown onto my face, too, if I was lucky, and I would imagine that I was in my boat on the ocean and that it was swaying with the swell of the sea. I did not imagine that I was a pirate, or that I was going anywhere. I was just on my boat.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone,
And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood,
Remember only this of our hopeless love
That never till Time is done
Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one”
― Edith Sitwell