“What exists beneath the sea? I’d always pictured it in colors of emerald and aquamarine, where black velvet fish with sequined eyes swim among plankton. But, when my eyes adjust, I see gray stones, lost anchors, wet wood, buttons, hooks,… — Kelly Easton Copy Share Image
I felt him there with me. The real David. My David. David, you are still here. Alive. Alive in me.Alive in the galaxy.Alive in the stars.Alive in the sky.Alive in the sea.Alive in the palm trees.Alive in feathers.Alive in birds.Alive… — Kelly Easton Copy Share Image
“Liberty clutched him tightly. 'You played a part in my destiny. And maybe I played a part in yours.' That was how things worked,… — Kelly Easton Copy Share Image
“When you're a guy you have to act like an asshole sometimes, so that the real asswholes won't bug you.” — Kelly Easton Copy Share Image
The larger a star the shorter its life, but all the more fascinating its death. As it collapses within it’s body, the infalling material… — Kelly Easton Copy Share Image
“What exists beneath the sea? I’d always pictured it in colors of emerald and aquamarine, where black velvet fish with sequined eyes swim among… — Kelly Easton Copy Share Image
“At any time in history, gazillions of lives are being lived simultaneously. In Zimbabwe, Thailand, Tasmania, and Borneo, in the poorest hovel and the… — Kelly Easton Copy Share Image
I felt him there with me. The real David. My David. David, you are still here. Alive. Alive in me.Alive in the galaxy.Alive in… — Kelly Easton Copy Share Image
The atoms of the earth are formed inside of stars. Nothing really dies, everything is transformed. — Kelly Easton Copy Share Image
“Later: Midnight. Just woke up with this thought; Maybe Simons right. Maybe there is a spirit that ejects from the body. Even stars, when… — Kelly Easton Copy Share Image
“It's hot as a barbecue the smog is pressed up against the foothills so that you can't even see them. everyone is irritated, but… — Kelly Easton Copy Share Image
“There might be different ways of being dead. Like there are different ways of believing God.” — Kelly Easton Copy Share Image
“Mrs. Vice turned to the weddings page. She liked to look at the smiling brides and imagine how miserable they would soon be.” — Kelly Easton Copy Share Image
