M.J. > M.J.'s Quotes

“It is a delicious thing to write, to be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating. Today, for instance, as man and woman, both lover and mistress, I rode in a forest on an autumn afternoon under the yellow leaves, and I was also the horses, the leaves, the wind, the words my people uttered, even the red sun that made them almost close their love-drowned eyes.”
― Gustave Flaubert

“Love comes along--casting a spell
Will it sing you a song?
Will it say farewell?
Who can tell?
(Jacqueline Bouvier, Paris 1950)”
― M.J. Bachman, Was it Love? Or Was it Paris?