There are some books that reached through the noise of life to grab you by the collar and speak only of the truest things.
Jeffrey EugenidesSo do boys and men announce their intentions. They cover you like a sarcophagus lid. And call it love.
Jeffrey EugenidesBubble gum angels swooped from top margins or scraped their wings between teeming paragraphs, maidens with golden hair dripped sea blue tears into the books spine, grape-colored whales spouted blood around a newspaper item (pasted in) listing arrivals to the endangered spieces list. Six hatchlings cried from shattered shells near an entry made on Easter. Cecilia had filled the pages with a profusion of colors and curlicues, candyland ladders and striped shamrocks.
Jeffrey Eugenides