PSALMS 
The silence must exist for there to be a beat.
What do I see when I close my eyes? I see beyond darkness, and it is immeasurably grand both above me and below.
The only answer I get comes from the serpent. It speaks to me. Not in words, for it knows no langauge. It speaks to me in feelings, and it projects into me hopelessness of such immense weight, it could crush the very spirit of God.
The fear of not living is a deep, abiding dread of watching your own potential decompose into irredeemable disappointment when 'should be' gets crushed by what is.
-Challenger Deep, Neal Shusterman
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.
-The Importance of Being Earnest, Oscar Wilde
How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.
-Saturn, Sleeping At Last
We were born to be real, not to be perfect.