November 2011
“My hands want to hide in your hair, slowly stroke the depth of your hair while...”
– Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch (La Rayuela)
“I felt like a seed in a pomegranate. Some say that the pomegranate was the real...”
– Jeanette Winterson
“I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the...”
– Anaïs Nin
“What are we? Something or nothing?”
– Jonathan Safran Foer
