I have loved this life. I smile because I have tiny dreams that play hopscotch at the corners of my mouth. And… — Shane Koyczan Copy Share Image
“That's how it is, Rocamadour: in Paris we're like fungus, we grow on the railings of staircases, in dark rooms with greasy… — Julio Cortázar Copy Share Image
I cling to the optimistic belief that the haphazard and the hopscotch, the creature that sips among many flowers, may actually come… — Brad Leithauser Copy Share Image
