"Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility."
— Emily Dickinson

"Forever is composed of nows."
— Emily Dickinson

"I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us."
— Franz Kafka