Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.
Wislawa SzymborskaI slide my arm from under the sleeper's head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.
Wislawa SzymborskaIt's just not easy to explain to someone else what you don't understand yourself.
Wislawa Szymborska