❝ You see I’m happy, darling, and we have a lovely time. I haven’t been happy for a long time and when I met you perhaps I was nearly crazy. Perhaps I was crazy. But now we’re happy and we love each other. Do let’s please just be happy. You are happy, aren’t you? Is there anything I do you don’t like? Can I do anything to please you? Would you like me to take down my hair? Do you want to play?” “Yes and come to bed.” “All right. ❞
— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms —
❝ Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly. ❞
— Sylvia Plath, “Poppies in October,” from Ariel: The Restored Edition —