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“If we cannot flap with the butterflies of “happiness,�� we must bring to life the cascades of “joy,�� conjuring up the spell of its enchantment and rolling cheerfully on the splashing waves of the future. ("Waiting for Mr. Out-placer")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Usually, when I dream of flying
I am simply flapping my arms
and somehow I lift off and glide through the sky.
Last night was different.
I missed you so much
and my yearning was so powerful
that I sprouted wings like a phoenix
and soared to reach you.
And now I finally understand:
if you see lovers on a roof, do not worry.
Surely, love has metamorphosed them.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“You turn the book over in your hands, you scan the sentences on the back of the jacket, generic phrases that don't say a great deal. So much the better, there is no message that indiscreetly outshouts the message that the book itself must communicate directly, that you must extract from the book, however much or little it may be. Of course, this circling of the book, too, this reading around it before reading inside it, is a part of the pleasure in a new book, but like all preliminary pleasures, it has its optimal duration if you want it to serve as a thrust toward the more substantial pleasure of the consummation of the act, namely the reading of the book.”
― Italo Calvino, If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler