"That was her magic— she could still see the sunseteven on those darkest days."
- Atticus Poetry
"Art takes time—Monet grew his gardensbefore he painted them."
"We are all born free and spend a lifetime becoming slaves to our own false truths."
"There will alwaysa glimmer in thosewho have been through the dark."
"True artcomes from flying with the madnessso close you burn your eyelashes."
"Put a girl in moonlightand tell only truthsand every man becomes a poet."
"She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end."
"And the stars blinked as they watched her carefully jealous of the way she shone."
"We were strange in loveher and I too wild to last too rare to die."
"Sometimes I want a quiet lifeother timesI want to go a little bit fucking Gatsby."