“Once he saw her shaking a walnut tree, once he saw her sitting on the lawn knitting a blue sweater, three or four times he found a bouquet of late flowers on his porch, or a handful of chestnuts in a little sack, or some autumn leaves neatly pinned to a sheet of white paper and thumbtacked to his door.” —
From Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.
I want to be like Clarisse… loving life, and really living.
from Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist
- Nick: I never wash my pants. I like to keep the night on them.
- Norah: There's this part of Judaism that I like. Tikun Olam. It said that the world is broken into pieces and everyone has to find them and put them back together.
- Nick: Maybe we don't have to find it. Maybe we are the pieces.