November 22nd, 2013
She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
Everything is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer
October 25th, 2013
October 22nd, 2013
Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.
Kurt Vonnegut, slaughterhouse five
October 16th, 2013
September 26th, 2013