Pretty Bibliophile

“When bullying April bruised mine eyes
With sleet-bound appetites and crude
Experiments of green, I still was wise
And kissed the blossoming rod.”
― Cecil Day-Lewis, Transitional Poem

“If hot red is for anger and rage, pink is the color of a soft burning – hot enough to light up the dark corners of sadness and grief, but cool enough to be tender, innocent, open.”
― Ibi Zoboi, American Street

“That we may not fall short of desire, but let us give way to the unspoken passion hidden in the closet of our discretion. (“Crépuscule du désir”)”
― Erik Pevernagie

“This November there seems to be nothing to say.”
― Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters