*gently glows*

“What was lost in winter / remains lost.”

“Whenever I smell a flower—my heart tells me each time that a memory of something extremely beautiful and precious is connected to the fragrance, something that had been mine long ago and became lost. It’s also the same with music, and sometimes with poems—all of a sudden something flashes, just for a moment, as if all at once I saw my lost home below in a valley, and then it immediately disappears and is forgotten.”

“In the scrubby grass that bordered the concrete, bumblebees were browsing — if I had a garden of my own, I thought, I’d fill it with low forests of clover and all the ugly weeds they adore, I’d throw myself to my knees in service to bees.”

“It’s the darker things I find really beautiful.”

“Have you ever looked at the sky at night after it has snowed? Orange glow, light caught between somewhere.”

“In her I had my first experience of the absolute otherness of other people […] Not my father and mother, my teachers, other children…no one had yet been real in the way that [she] was. And if she was real, so, suddenly, was I.”

“Have you ever seen a moon so red it made your blood look white? Have you ever heard a fox scream?”