"Writing is above all a question of instinct."
— Anthony Powell
"Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest."
— John Keats
"I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can."
— Jack Gilbert, excerpt from “The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart”
"There used to be days that I thought I was okay, or at least that I was going to be. We’d be hanging out somewhere and everything would just fit right and I would think ‘it will be okay if it can just be like this forever’ but of course nothing can ever stay just how it is forever."
— Nina LaCour, Hold Still
"I’m tired and I’m sick to death of being without you."
— Graham Greene, The End of the Affair