April 2011
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Today I dreamed that I could fly using an umbrella.
“Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my...”
– A. Rimbaud
“What did my hands do before they held you?”
– Sylvia Plath
“Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is...”
– Sylvia Plath
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
– Ernest Hemingway
“These girls, some of them are writing poetry in their head full-time.”
– Rachel B. Glaser
“Her nocturnal predominance, her satellitic dependence, her luminary reflection....”
– James Joyce - Ulysses
“The knowledge that I didn’t have the courage to do what was necessary made me...”
– Charles Bukowski - Ham on Rye
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“Our bodies would freeze and fall as snow.”
– Jesse Michael Renaud
