"Life itself is a quotation."

But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.

the / mercy of perfect sunlight after days / of dark,will climb; will blossom: will sing (like / april’s own april and awake’s awake)

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you?

I didn’t like having to explain to them, so I just shut up, smoked a cigarette, and looked at the sea.

I pulled you out of the sky, where you shone amongst the millions like yourself. I did it because I wanted to know what you felt like, if you changed form, celestial to mortal when on earth. And it was a mistake, a terrible one. Now you’re molten rock, you’re shattered, your stardust burned up on reentry. Now you’re human, one of the fallen, and I can’t make a wish upon you.

I always wondered what you wished for. 

He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she’d have to say about it–how many stars she’d give it and why.

Everything that is interesting is 90 percent boring.

“I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.”

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

Book of the day: The People Look Like Flowers At Last by Charles Bukowski