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“I could never understand why people cower from the word storm. Sounds like a good time, to me!”
― Nicole D'SettÄ“mi, Addictarium

“Novels aren’t about heroes. They’re about us. The novel is a literary form that arose at the same time as the middle class in Europe, those people of small business and property who are neither peasant nor aristocrat, and it has always treated of the middle class. Both lyric and epic poetry grew out of a time that was elitist, a time that believed in the innate rate of royalty to rule and the rest of us to amount to not very much. Hardly surprising, then, that both forms lean toward the aristocratic in subject matter and treatment. The novel, on the other hand, isn’t about them; it’s about us.”
― Thomas C. Foster, How to Read Novels Like a Professor: A Jaunty Exploration of the World's Favorite Literary Form

“The genius of lyric poetry is the genius of inexperience.”
― Milan Kundera, Life is Elsewhere

“To you I will pour wine

over flesh of a white goat”
― Sappho (translated by Willis Barnstone)

“Flame

You burn
like a candle
or a hurricane lamp,
your eyes,
shut like a window at dusk.

Your hair, orange ropes.

The flames from your aura
reveal a rapture of release,
I see in the cleft of your teeth.”
― Valentine Okolo, I Will Be Silent

“An Argument needs no reason; Nor any friendship.”
― lbycus