“Language spread its warm, absurd rays over all my adolescent thoughts, and I felt the way we all long to feel: moody, lonely, lovesick and explosive with the prospects of tomorrow.” — Spencer Gordon Copy Share Image
“...one song, one note that heals the guilty chaos of our days, making sense of our loneliness, our perjured feelings, our sickness and our… — Spencer Gordon Copy Share Image
“After I consumed Frost in his entirety, my days of exploration began. I read The Diving Comedy while leafing through E. E. Cummings. I… — Spencer Gordon Copy Share Image
“the romance of solitude and small places, the blurring of identity.” — Spencer Gordon Copy Share Image
“There is no ME without books; they’re everything I remember from childhood, from maturity … All that’s happened to me has been coloured, permanently,… — Spencer Gordon Copy Share Image
“Language spread its warm, absurd rays over all my adolescent thoughts, and I felt the way we all long to feel: moody, lonely, lovesick… — Spencer Gordon Copy Share Image
“All the things she couldn’t say, the things no one wanted to hear.” — Spencer Gordon Copy Share Image
“can we confront our sadness in reflecting on what our own hearts feel, or are incapable of feeling? Simply, is there anything inside us… — Spencer Gordon Copy Share Image
