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Octavio Paz

A Draft of Shadows desire turns us into ghosts. We are vines of air on trees of wind, a cape of flames invented and devoured by flame. The crack in the tree trunk: sex, seal, serpentine passage closed to the sun and to my eyes, open to the ants. That crack was the portico of… Continue reading Octavio Paz

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Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence. —  Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince. (Reynal & Hitchcock, 1943)

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Vicente Aleixandre

Quiet like this, my lips on yours, I breathe you. It’s either a living dream or we’re alive. The life we can sense is in the kiss that lives on, alone. Without us, it shines. We are its shadow. Because it is our bodies when we’re gone. — Vicente Aleixandre, from “Posthumous Kiss” Poems of… Continue reading Vicente Aleixandre

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Laini Taylor

She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope. — Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone. (Little, Brown and Company; 1st edition September 27, 2011)

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Vladimir Nabokov

In those years, that marvelous mess of constellations, nebulae, interstellar gaps and all the rest of the awesome show provoked in me an indescribable sense of nausea, of utter panic, as if I were hanging from earth upside down on the brink of infinite space, with terrestrial gravity still holding me by the heels but… Continue reading Vladimir Nabokov

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