“We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown. -T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” — Megan D. Martin Copy Share Image
“Men were a slave to that erotic feeling that made the world disappear.” — Megan D. Martin Copy Share Image
“We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we… — Megan D. Martin Copy Share Image
“When love is bloody like that, it’s hard to remember what love really is.” — Megan D. Martin Copy Share Image
