roman candles.

…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. […]

eternal balance.

If there are categories of people in the world, there might only need to be two kinds: those who accept the happiness that comes to them and those who accept some or half or most of it but remain wary of the rest. They’re not convinced it’s genuine; they’re not convinced it’s something that will […]