“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.” 
― Kahlil GibranSand and Foam

Durham, North Carolina

A kiss on the forehead—erases misery.
I kiss your forehead.
A kiss on the eyes—lifts sleeplessness.
I kiss your eyes.
A kiss on the lips—is a drink of water.
I kiss your lips.
A kiss on the forehead—erases memory.
— Marina Tsvetaeva, “A Kiss on The Forehead.

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Creech’s Shoe Repair

We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased we are glad. If they are not, it doesn’t matter. We know we are beautiful. And ugly too. If colored people are pleased we are glad. If they are not, their displeasure doesn’t matter either. We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves.
— Langston Hughes, The Negro Artist and the Racial Mountain

“Stories of imagination tend to upset those without one.” 
― Terry Pratchett

“I’m in love with you,” he said quietly.

"Augustus," I said.

"I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.” 
― John GreenThe Fault in Our Stars

“I was leaving the South 
to fling myself into the unknown …
I was taking a part of the South
to transplant in alien soil,
to see if it could grow differently,
if it could drink of new and cool rains,
bend in strange winds,
respond to the warmth of other suns
and, perhaps, to bloom” 
― Richard Wright

“Not just beautiful, though—the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me.” 
― Haruki MurakamiKafka on the Shore http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duke_Forest