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“before you let the sun in, mind he wipes his shoes.”
― Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood

“I hurried out to the pond to catch polywogs in a jar. I leaned on my elbow and looked up close at the little frogs that climbed up on the sun-baked rocks.

"Caw, caw!" A huge black crow circled above me in the air and landed on a rock nearby. We looked at each other in silence.

"Crow, are you a boy or a girl?"

"Caw, caw!"

I laughed and rolled over on my back. The sky was crayon blue. I pretended I was lying on the white cotton clouds. The earth was damp against my back. The sun was hot, the breeze was cool. I felt happy. Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me.”
― Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues

“His body was shipped to the state medical school at Memphis. There in a basement room he was
preserved with formalin and wheeled forth to take his place with other deceased persons newly arrived. He was laid
out on a slab and flayed, eviscerated, dissected. His head was sawed open and the brains removed. His muscles
were stripped from his bones. His heart was taken out. His entrails were hauled forth and delineated and the four
young students who bent over him like those haruspices of old perhaps saw monsters worse to come in theirconfigurations. At the end of three months when the class was closed Ballard was scraped from the table into a
plastic bag and taken with others of his kind to a cemetery outside the city and there interred. A minister from the
school read a simple service.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Child of God

“Monotony is the most beautiful or the most atrocious thing. The most beautiful if it is a reflection of eternity--the most atrocious if it is the sign of an unvarying perpetuity. It is time surpassed or time sterilized.”
― Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace