Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist.
Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist.
What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch?
I never worry about being driven to drink; I just worry about being driven home.
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.
—Cheryl Strayed in Tiny Beautiful Things
Being alone has nothing to do with how many people are around.
—Richard Yates in Revolutionary Road