February 2012
“I shall be useful when I lie down finally: then the trees may touch me for once,...”
– Sylvia Plath
“What matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.”
– Charles Bukowski, “How is Your Heart?”
“Writers aren’t exactly people, they’re a whole lot of people trying to be one...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
Those who are heartless, once cared too much.
“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.”
– Neil Gaiman
أنا طائر غريب، لكنني لست حتى الطيور، وهذا أغرب جز.
“I’m a strange bird, but i’m not even a bird, & that’s the strangest part”
