“Poor child, telling everything to a stranger, I wanted to build walls around him, I wanted to separate inside from outside, I wanted to give him an infinitely long blank book and the rest of time…”—Jonathan Safran Foer, “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close”
“It’s been a long time since I talked about certain things. So I don’t know any more—or I’m not sure. When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears. Like that sky. It’s rain and sun both, noon and midnight. You know, Zagreus, I think of the lips I’ve kissed, and the wretched child I was, and of the madness of life and the ambition that sometimes carries me away. I’m all those things at once. I’m sure there are times when you wouldn’t even recognize me. Extreme in misery, excessive in happiness—I can’t say it”—La mort heureuse by Albert Camus
“At first you were lonely
then I was lonely. Then
we fell through the hammock
in our sloping yard.
Here’s my corner
of the pissed-in shed.
Here’s to that moment of joy
when the boat opened the sea
the sea opened the sail
and the sail billowed: a broken neck
in a bright blue kite sky.
You swept the bangs
from my forehead
in the glorious dampness
on the eve of our undoing
at the expense of so much saltwater.
You called me over to the candle
of a lighthouse and all its burning.
You called me down to the cake of crust
beneath the reef and what it divides.
Just pretend there’s a really good reason
to praise the waves that flow upward now
through the steep streets
of our quiet town
across Bella’s small grave
across the tossed fruit
we first ate from
through our orange bedroom
with the faded blinds
through our blindness—
the Wednesdays and the Saturdays
of our twenties now passing.
Call me down to the floor
like a starfish you loved once
for too many arms.”—Ashley Seitz Kramer, Between Land and Water
“We’ll move towards the stars
And all that we touch becomes ours
Let’s keep warm ’ till it’s day
We’ll head south
Just hold my hand now
I feel like I’m casting off my clothes
And I’m running through the snow towards the sunset
And I’m always with you
Keep on running, keep on running”—White Lies - Farewell To The Fairground
“There’s a fury in my head. I wish for it to stay. I wish for it to break things down, beat things up. For it to tear away the ground under my feet and turn it into a storm in an endless sea, a fire in the center of the world. To drown in its tears, to vanish in its heat. Well for things to be passionate, is all I hope for. To turn tables with an enemy and make love with him before he goes, or murder him before he can.”—My Mad Farewell by shesinacoma
“You’re lovely, but you’re empty. One couldn’t die for you. Of course an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than you altogether, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass. Since she’s the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she’s my rose.”—The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint Exupéry