Marisa Crane

This is not new territory. Stop lights like lullabies write my eulogy.

What I mean is you make the world less ugly just by living in it.

If we are simply energy, neither created or destroyed, and if a body is just a body, celestial or not, why don’t you come over here and we will make collisions out of moments.

I’m slipping. I’m made of departed dreams and a stubborn fog that feels nothing like a veil.

The moonlight melts into lace across your thighs. Unbridled passion, an Elliott Smith vinyl, and the intimate place of you.

Loving him is like trying to hold onto an armful of balloons. Maybe I need someone to come along and pop them.

It isn’t safe to sit in judgment upon another person’s illusion when you are not on the inside. While you are thinking it is a dream, he may be knowing it is a planet.

Old men are dangerous: it doesn’t matter to them what is going to happen to the world.

It is of no consequence of what parents a man is born, as long as he be a man of merit.

Life, an age to the miserable, and a moment to the happy.

The chief mourner does not always attend the funeral.

We shall see but little way if we require to understand what we see. How few things can a man measure with the tape of his understanding! How many greater things might he be seeing in the meanwhile!

I look up at the universe and ask, ‘What are you trying to teach me here?’ I know I won’t hear a reply, but asking the question, makes me begin looking for the answer.

The holy passion of friendship is of so sweet and steady and loyal and enduring a nature that it will last through a whole lifetime, if not asked to lend money.

In peace, as a wise man, he should make suitable preparation for war.

Life is not long, and too much of it must not pass in idle deliberation how it shall be spent.

There is no one who does not exaggerate!

The trade of advertising is now so near perfection that it is not easy to propose any improvement. But as every art ought to be exercised in due subordination to the public good, I cannot but propose it as a moral question to these masters of the public ear, whether they do not sometimes play too wantonly with our passions.

I did then what I knew how to do. Now that I know better, I do better.

It took me twenty years of studied self-restraint, aided by the natural decay of my faculties, to make myself dull enough to be accepted as a serious person by the British public.

The man who goes alone can start today; but he who travels with another must wait till the other is ready, and it may be along time before they get off.