“They can say stay away, come closer, take off all my clothes, dance with me. Love me. Love me. Love me.”— Tynan Sinks, allure.com
“When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered...the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls...bearing resiliently, on tiny and almost impalpable drops of their essence, the immense edifice of memory.”— Marcel Proust, amazon.com