“If there aren’t any skeletons in a man’s closet, there’s probably a Bertha in his attic.”
“Beauty is in the eye of the editor.”
She was the books she read in the library.
Karen Marie Moning, Into the Dreaming
I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.
|—||Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire (via libraryland)|