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We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
T.S. Eliot • The Essential T.S. Eliot
Streaming in through the window, the moonlight cast long shadows and splashed the walls with a touch of diluted Indian ink.
Haruki Murakami • Norwegian Wood
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Haruki Murakami • 1Q84: Books 1 and 2
taped above their writing desks. I know one who carries it folded up inside her shoe. It is from a poem by Charles Simic and it is the ultimate instruction to us all: “He who cannot howl, will not find his pack.”23
Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés • Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype
Reality spilled out into the alley like water from an overfilled bowl—as sound, as smell, as image, as plea, as response.
Jay Rubin • The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: A Novel (Vintage International)
Look, O LORD, and see how worthless I have become. 12 Is it nothing to you,[2] all you who pass by? Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which was brought upon me, which the LORD inflicted on the day of his fierce anger.
C. S. Lewis • The C. S. Lewis Bible: For Reading, Reflection, and Inspiration
How to Be a Poet by Wendell Berry | Poetry Magazine
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