I got to thinking that poems were like people. Some people you got right off the bat. Some people you just didn’t get—and never would get.
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (via quotes-shape-us)
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She wasn’t happy, but then she wasn’t unhappy. She wasn’t anything. But I don’t believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be something inside, if only to keep the skin from collapsing.
John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley (via silentious)