Dean

“She taught them all a song. Learned from a para on French leave from the fighting in Algeria:

Demain le noir matin,
Je fermerai la porte
Au nez des années mortes;
J’irai par les chemins.
Je mendierai ma vie
Sur la terre et sur l’onde,
Du vieux au nouveau monde . . .

He had been short and built like the island of Malta itself: rock, an inscrutable heart. She’d had only one night with him. Then he was off to the Piraeus.
Tomorrow, the black morning, I close the door in the face of the dead years. I will go on the road, bum my way over land and sea, from the old to the new world. . . .”
― Thomas Pynchon, V.

“The setting sun that lights the tips

Of TV's giant paperclips

Upon the roof;

The shadow of the doorknob that

At sundown is a baseball bat

Upon the door,

The cardinal that likes to sit

And make chip-wit, chip-wit, chip-wit

Upon the tree;

The empty little swing that swings

Under the tree: these are the things

That break my heart.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire

“Pippi was sure that her mother was now up in Heaven, watching her little girl through
a peephole in the sky, and Pippi often waved up at her and called, "Don't you worry about me. I'll always come out on top.”
― Astrid Lindgren

“I am a dragon. America the beautiful, like you will never know.”
― Barry Hannah, Airships