Deja Schaadt

“You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.”
― Pablo Neruda, The Captain's Verses

“We're out of cocktail olives, it's a tragedy of historic proportions, but we're coping because we're Americans.”
― Dean Koontz, The Darkest Evening of the Year

“It isn't very nice to admit, but domestic violence has its uses. So raw and unleashed, it tears away the veil of civilization that comes between us as much as it makes life possible. A poor substitute for the sort of passion we like to extol perhaps, but real love shares more in common with hatred and rage than it does with geniality or politeness.”
― Lionel Shriver, We Need to Talk About Kevin

“When she sees the leaves fall, they raise no other idea in her mind than that winter is approaching.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther