| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 559bc56 | The stars baked my bones; The oceans culled my blood, And the forests shaped my lungs. Who am I? | A. A. Attanasio | ||
| f307a87 | Yet every hair on the body is numbered. And in truth, every day is the beautiful day, the last day. | A. A. Attanasio |