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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
Thelonious Monk playing “Honeysuckle Rose”.