• "My mind was full of distances, of wraiths and mists, a wide and lonely country encased in a paper fragility of bone."
  • John D. McDonald
• it would be simple if the world

were real and not enshrined in the head - temple temple behind each eye

• Hank Hine
• Clouds pass and disperse.

Are they the faces of love, Those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?

• Sylvia Plath
• They give birth astride a grave, light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.
  • Samuel Beckett
• Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it is too dark to read.
  • Groucho Marx