“And as they danced they sang and cried for it was the end of a promise.A fizzled firework never to glow never to shine but to die on their lips and in their hearts.” — myslef Copy Share Image
“Yet is Dixon certain, as certain as the lightness he feels now, lightness premonitory of Flying, that far worse happen’d here, to these poor People, as the blood flew and the Children cried, - that at the end no one… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
