If civilization is ever going to be anything but a grandiose pratfall, anything more than a can of deodorizer in the shithouse of existence, then statesmen are going to have to concern themselves with magic and poetry.
~ Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
“For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here,” he said, so softly I could barely hear him, “here in the dark, with you ... I have no name.”
Voyager (Outlander #3)
“And the flavor of Pippa’s kiss—bittersweet and strange—stayed with me all the way back uptown, swaying and sleepy
as I sailed home on the bus, melting with sorrow and loveliness, a starry ache that lifted me up above the windswept
city like a kite: my head in the rainclouds, my heart in the sky.”