And then like a song we'd forgotten was even on the mix, you stepped into the house and my whole life. — Daniel Handler Copy Share Image
From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom…It was like a flute song forgotten in another existence and remembered again. What? How? Why? This singing she heard that had nothing to do with… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
