“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache”
— Pablo Neruda
From one of my favorite books, by a traditional sci fi writer but this book is all about Summer for a youngster.
“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.”
—
Ray bradbury, Dandelion wine
“If you go home with someone and they don’t have any books, don’t fuck them.”
—
John Waters
Woman, sister, the cave wants our skin back,
it wants to shake our legs free from salt
and untwist our hair into strands of yarn
pulled rootless from the pocket of a man
Sherwin Bitsui
"If you want to create, you have to sacrifice superficiality, some security, and often your desire to be liked, to draw up your most intense insights, your most far-reaching visions."
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