“ Little FlyThy summers play,My thoughtless handHas brush'd away.Am not IA fly like thee?Or art not thouA man like me?For I dance And drink & sing: Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought i… William Blake
“ When night comes on in a room lit by kerosene, any flicker of the flame can give the sense that darkness is about to triumph. Larry Watson
“ We are fragile creatures, and it is from this weakness, not despite it, that we discover the possibility of true joy. Desmond Tutu
“ Years vanish. Months collapse. Time is like a tall building made of playing cards. It seems orderly until a strong gust of wind comes along and blows the whole thing skyward. Imagine it: an entire dec… Dani Shapiro
“ He put the car in gear and went, feeling again how easy it had been to slip through an unexpected fissure in what he had considered a solid life- how easy it was to get over onto the dark side, to sai… Stephen King
