It was a pleasure to burn. ― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451. (Harper Voyager; Clothbound edition edition March 28, 2013) Originally published October 1st 1953.
Summer Ends I will not name you again. I will not reduce you like a memory to your smallest parts, little fantastic machine-heart slaving away its heat little controlled burn little smolder-fire wicking toward the dry brush. I will not replace this moment with the next, will not exchange you with… Continue reading Charles Jensen
You are not alone. You are instead lonely. There is loneliness as can exist only in the midst of numbers and numbers of people who don’t know you, who don’t care about you, who won’t let you care about them. — James Simon Kunen, The Strawberry Statement: Notes of a College Revolutionary. (Wiley-Blackwell; 1 edition… Continue reading James Simon Kunen
I don’t remember lighting this cigarette and I don’t remember if I’m here alone or waiting for someone. — Leonard Cohen, from “Historic Claremont Village,” Book Of Longing. (McClelland & Stewart; Reprint edition March 27, 2007) Originally published April 25th 2006.
And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. ― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities. (Penguin Classics; Reissue edition May 27, 2003) Originally published 1859.
It is time to be grateful for the breath of what you could crush without thought, a moth, a child’s love, your own life. There might never be another chance. — Tim Bowling, from “The Last Days of Summer Before the First Frost,” Poetry: Apr2011, Vol. 198 Issue 1.
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. ― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind. (DAW March 27, 2007)