If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.
— Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca (via observando)
If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED
FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
— Kurt Vonnegut (via observando)
Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.
— Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems (via observando)
If cats looked like frogs we’d realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That’s what people remember.
— Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies (via observando)