I’m sorry, man, but I’ve got magic. I’ve got poetry in my fingertips. Most of the time — and this includes naps — I’m an F-18, bro. And I will destroy you in the air. I will deploy my ordinance to the ground.
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Ken Kesey (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
and when I wake from drowning, beyond the pioneertown hotel window, the mountains are still deciding what to wear
Mister Skylight by Ed Skoog
Whenever I’m out-of-doors and find myself wanting to have a first-rate think, I fling myself down on my back, throw my arms and legs out so that I look like an asterisk, and gaze at the sky.
The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie, Alan Bradley (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)