June 2013
“My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.”
—Vladimir Nabokov
May 2013
“Your name, merely your name, floods my brain to a point of sweet disgust.”
—Alfred De Musset
“For if I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and to summarize it, it is nothing but water slipping through my fingers.”
—Albert Camus
“She said one thing and I said another and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.”
—Hank Moody
“I am somehow less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops.”
—Stephen Jay Gould
i never really liked
my name
much
until i found out
what it tastes like
when you sigh it
into my
mouth
- Boy: Can I take you out on a date?
- Me: I have to ask my cat first.
