You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

You can’t find intimacy – you can’t find home – when you’re always hiding behind masks. Intimacy requires a certain level of vulnerability. It requires a certain level of exposing your fragmented, contradictory self to someone else.

Junot Diaz

That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain.

Ray Bradbury

Eating a peach is like eating a newborn baby’s head.
In that it’s all soft and fuzzy.
Not that peaches taste like babies.
I don’t eat babies.
Or peaches, actually.
Because they remind me of eating babies.
Vicious circle, really.

Jenny Lawson (Furiously Happy)