“this thing upon me crawling like a snake, terrifying my love of commonness, some call Art some call Poetry; it’s not death… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
But I love to feel events overlapping each other, crawling over one another like wet crabs in a basket — Lawrence Durrell Copy Share Image
“I'd been about to say something...something...about human naivety...and the fact we had no fundamental right to happiness...or something...but his hand moved over… — Alexis Hall Copy Share Image
