I Say "There Seems To Be An Alcoholic Language And I Don't Speak It." I Have Never Had An Ear For Languages,

I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered, established-within-the-photo lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless nightmare road. All of it inside endless and beginningless emptiness. Pitiful forms of ignorance.

'On the Road' by Jack Kerouac 

Just reflecting on the fact that when the Universe punches you in the teeth, it never just lets you fall down. It kicks you in the ribs a couple of times and dumps mud on your head.

'Magic Strikes' by Ilona Andrews

- Saga by Brian K. Vaughan (Writer) Fiona Staples (Artist)

It is rarely the book you came to seek, but the book next to that book, which changes your mind and heart.

‘When A Bookstore Closes, An Argument Ends’ by Adam Gopnik, The New Yorker (June 12, 2015) 

Am I sounding creepy? Love is sort of creepy. When you fall in love, you presuppose all sorts of things about the person. You superimpose all kinds of ideals and fantasies on them. You create all manner of unrealistic, untenable, unsatisfiable criteria for that person, automatically guaranteeing their failure and your heartbreak. And what do we call it? Romance. Now, that’s creepy.

'Creepy and Maud' by Dianne Touchell