Tuesday, 26 July 2011

Day, n.
A period of twenty four hours, mostly misspent.

A boy doesn't have to go to war to be a hero; he can say he doesn't like pie when he sees there isn't enough to go around.

Sunday, 10 July 2011

We stopped looking for monsters under the bed when we realised they were inside us.

Saturday, 9 July 2011

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..."

- Jack Kerouac
Her eyes.