Shona

“My dearest husband, Can it really be ten long years since you sailed from Ithaca to join Agamemnon and the other Greek kings in their ignoble quest to bring Helen back from Troy? Was it a thousand ships which sailed, in the end? That’s what the bards sing now. A thousand ships, all sailing across the perilous oceans in hope of finding one man’s wife. It remains, I’m sure you agree, an astonishing state of affairs.”
― Natalie Haynes, A Thousand Ships

“The city is in a perpetual state of being not quite ready to talk about it. Instead it lashes its wind against the banners of the art museum. Moody light changes down Market, the cars bitch toward City Hall. Puddles yearn toward the sewers. The unrequited city dreams up conspiracies and keeps its buildings low to the ground. You are never allowed to dream higher than the hat of William Penn. Dear World, you think you’re better than me? Suck a nut. Yours sincerely. A slip of a woman, trench coated, dips in and out of the shadows on Pine Street, toward the train. Restless wind dissects her. Good night, Sarina. Good night.”
― Marie-Helene Bertino, 2 A.M. at The Cat's Pajamas

“We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. (4.1.56–”
― Stephen Greenblatt, Will in the World: How Shakespeare Became Shakespeare

“We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. (4.1.56–58)”
― Stephen Greenblatt, Will in the World: How Shakespeare Became Shakespeare