“You keep telling me to be glad for what we had while we had it. That the brightest flame burns quickest. Which means you saw us as a candle. And I saw us as the sun.”— Iain Thomas, amazon.com
“You keep making poetry out of people who never stayed as if all the pretty words in the world can cover up the heartache.”— Genefe Navilon, letters-to-the-sea.tumblr.com