“There were so many things I wanted to tell you. Or rather, I wished to have things that I wanted to tell you. What a thing, to be with you and have no words for it. What a thing, to be outcast like that. And then everything unfastened. It was like something was always dissolving inside you— Already it's hard to remember how you used to comb your hair or how you tilted your broad face in green shade. Now what seas, what meanings can I place in you?” PoetryRelationshipSadOutcastMary SzybistIncarnadineNo WordsUnclassifiable Book:Incarnadine: Poems Source: Incarnadine: Poems
“Write for joy. It is the *only* reason to write. Whatever happens to your books afterward, just write for joy. Send your current one out when it's done and forget it, start another, and keep on writing for joy. Words I now live by. Welwyn Wilton Katz” FantasyMythLiterary FictionMysteriesUnclassifiable Book:The Third Magic Source: The Third Magic
“I don't want to go to Italy no more, I don't want to go nowhere no more. You end up crashing in a private airplane, in the mountains of Tennessee... or Sicily...” Unclassifiable Author:Bob Dylan