“As for the girl who once rode these paths on her blue bicycle all those years back: She resides in me still, still guilty of the crime Jerry Salinger accused me of the last time I saw him—that I love the world and am hungry to know more of it.”— Joyce Maynard, vogue.com
“White sun scattered all over the sea He could think of nothing but her name "Elise" God is the sweat running down his back The water soaked her blonde hair black.”— PJ Harvey, open.spotify.com