I’ve come home in love with loneliness. — L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea. (Laurel Leaf, July 1, 1984) Originally published 1909.
The wind blows hard among the pines Toward the beginning Of an endless past. Listen: you’ve heard everything. — Shinkichi Takahashi, “Wind Among The Pines,” Where We Are: Selected Poems and Zen Translations. Editor & Trans. Lucien Stryk (Skoob Books, 1997)
How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive. ― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five. (Delacorte 1969)