"Look, poet, love is never what we think it will be. Love is like a boy trying to rescue a drowned girl from the sea and falling in himself."
“Yes, but what a beautiful death. Oh I wish I had drowned. I wish I had drowned.”
“Love is two blind people sword-fighting, love is a queen on a desert island, love is a self-immolation, love is running scared in the dark, love is two people each of whose saliva is poison for the other, love is an empty house, a sunken boat, a crippled dancer.”"
— Keith Miller, The Book of Flying (via patternsofbehavior)