Marisa Crane

My favorite nightcap, after all this time, is still the cocktail of you.

If only I had known then the speed with which she could die, maybe I wouldn’t have become the hemlock.

If we are simply energy, neither created or destroyed, and if a body is just a body, celestial or not, why don’t you come over here and we will make collisions out of moments.

I’m just a broken person looking for other broken people who may have gotten shards of me stuck in their feet and aren’t too concerned about pulling them out.

It occurred to me that love, simply stated, is replacing the need to always be right with the need to be understanding.

You can tell a lot about a person by listening to the way they talk about someone they once loved.

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined to strengthen each other, to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

They are different now than they were. My mother never had to say she was a queen to be one. I instinctively knew. So it makes sense now that I am sorely confused by the women who try to convince me with words.

Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?

The love we shared is a paper town on a map we drew ourselves, drunk and fucked and needing to be more than we were.

Love is the free exercise of choice. Two people love each other only when they are quite capable of living without each other but choose to live with each other.

Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more.

Perhaps love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself.

But the law of loving others could not be discovered by reason, because it is unreasonable.

Only snails know there is no rush when you learn to carry home with you.

Some men love truth so much that they seem to be in continual fear lest she should catch a cold on overexposure.

My love rumbles like the sternum of a lion. Be mindful of the beast you stir up.

I have imprinted on you and all those miles between us only keep us apart because we let them.

I’m searching for something that I can’t reach.

You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.