Marisa Crane

Standing on the doorstep of desire, I hold this bouquet like a gun and these vows like a petition for the death penalty.

You can tell a lot about a person by listening to the way they talk about someone they once loved.

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

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

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

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 want someone with the proven strength to persevere, someone who knows this job and takes it seriously, someone who understands that the issues a president faces are not black and white and cannot be boiled down to 140 characters.

It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog.

The mind is refrigerated by interruption; the thoughts are diverted from the principal subject; the reader is weary, he suspects not why; and at last throws away the book, which he has too diligently studied.

It is never too late to be what you might have been.

He that will not apply new remedies, must expect new evils: for Time is the greatest innovator: and if Time, of course, alter things to the worse, and wisdom and counsel shall not alter them to the better, what shall be the end?.

Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame.

The advantage of doing one’s praising to oneself is that one can lay it on so thick and exactly in the right places.

Criticism is a study by which men grow important and formidable at very small expense. He whom nature has made weak, and idleness keeps ignorant, may yet support his vanity by the name of a critic.

Poetry puts starch in your backbone so you can stand, so you can compose your life.

Fear follows crime and is its punishment.

Everything intercepts us from ourselves.

I am sorry to think that you do not get a man’s most effective criticism until you provoke him. Severe truth is expressed with some bitterness.

The advice that is wanted is commonly not welcome and that which is not wanted, evidently an effrontery.

It may be that we shall, by a process of sublime irony, have reached a stage in this story where safety will be the sturdy child of terror, and survival the twin brother of annihilation.

The right merchant is one who has the just average of faculties we call common sense; a man of a strong affinity for facts, who makes up his decision on what he has seen. He is thoroughly persuaded of the truths of arithmetic. There is always a reason, in the man, for his good or bad fortune in making money. Men talk as if there were some magic about this. He knows that all goes on the old road, pound for pound, cent for cent – for every effect a perfect cause – and that good luck is another name for tenacity of purpose.