In truth, the forest hears each sound, each blade of grass as it lies down. The world requires no audience, no witnesses, no witnesses.
— Bright Eyes, I Must Belong SomewhereShe was a wreck, but he loved her
She was a wreck, but so was he
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
— Edgar Allen PoeThere is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Depression’s like a big fur coat; it’s made of dead things but it keeps me warm.
— Icon For Hire, Iodine