“The summer kings are gods, and we are finally, in the end, just men.” — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
“In the dark, I seem to stretch. Without a body to witness, I grow and grow with my pleasure. I feel like a constellation,… — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
“The summer kings are gods, and we are finally, in the end, just men.” — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
To love light, you have to love dark. I'm not trying to be profound, I know you'll understand. I don't mean that you have… — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
“Hands and lips and teeth, and you'd forgotten-no, you'd never known-this way of knowing someone, this dissolution of self, this autophagy.” — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
“Amid all that blood of the dying sun, the verde was still alive.” — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
“So I take my lover, my king, and I put him in a pedestal and I cut him down. A man, like the ones… — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
“They think they've gone to heaven," he says. "They don't realize that means they're dead.” — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
Think of it like the best mac and cheese you've ever had. No neon yellow Velveeta and bread crumbs. I'm talking gourmet cheddar, the… — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
“Then you remember that Jack--that's his name, the mac & cheese--plays lacrosse. That's probably where he got all those yummy muscles. You need two… — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
The past stands in the path of the future, knowing it will be crushed. — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
