Libbie

“We are all born mad. Some remain so.”
― Samuel Beckett

“And for two hours the wine was poured, the cheese cut, and the two men talked. Of what? Who knows? Of love, of war, of the past. And they listened with hearts instead of ears, and in the candle-lit kitchen three floors up in an old palazzo, death was put on hold.”
― Sarah Winman, Still Life

“deeds cannot dream what dreams can do”
― E.E. Cummings

“Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold . . .” The pillow seemed to sink a little, and Johnny died.”
― S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders