“Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven; the open doorways smelt of coolness and wine.”— Bruno Schulz, amazon.com
“But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?”— Lauren Oliver, amazon.com
“We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs.”— Jean-Dominique Bauby, amazon.com
“We were bored, we were restless, we longed to be seized by any whim or passion and follow it to the farthest reaches of our natures. We wanted to live – to die – to burst into flame – to be transformed into angels or explosions. Only the mundane offended us, as if we secretly feared it was our desti…”— Steven Millhauser, amazon.com