The greatest irony I've ever experienced was walking past a bar in Boston called "Daisy Buchanan," looking inside, and realizing that it was the biggest dive on Newbury St.
Color My World.
And Then It Will E X P L O D E .
"What's the matter Nick? Do you object to shaking hands with me?"
"Yes. You know what I think of you."
"You're crazy, Nick," he said quickly, "Crazy as hell. I don't know what's the matter with you."
"Tom," I inquired, "what did you say to Wilson that afternoon?"
They were careless people, Tom and Daisy - they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made...
The Great Gatsby -F. Scott Fitzgerald
"The thing I believe. God is inside you and inside everybody else. You come into the world with God. But only them that search for it inside find it. And sometimes it just manifest itself even if you not looking, or don't know what you looking for. Trouble do it for most folks, I think. Sorrow, lord. Feeling like shit...Yeah, it. God ain' a he or a she, but a It. Don't look like nothing..It ain't a picture show. It ain't something you can look at apart from anything else, including yourself. I believe God is everything...Everything that is or ever was or ever will be. And when you feel that, and be happy to feel that, you've found it...It sort of like you know what', she say, grinning and rubbing hi up on my thigh.
'Shug!' I say.
'Oh,' she say. 'God love all them feelings. That's some of the best stuff God did. And when you know God loves 'em you enjoys 'em a lot more. You can just relax, go with everything that's going, and praise God by liking what you like...God made it. Listen, God love everything you love - and a mess of stuff you don't."
-Alice Walker, The Color Purple
I can't explain the state that I'm in.
The state of my heart, he was my best friend.
Into the car, from the back seat,
Oh! Admiration in falling asleep.
All of my powers, day after day,
I can tell you we swaggered and swayed.
Deep in the tower, the praries below,
I can tell you the telling gets old.
Terrible sting and terrible storm,
I can tell you the day we were born.
My friend is gone, he ran away.
I can tell you, I love him each day.
Though we have sparred, wrestled and raged,
I can tell you I love him each day.
Terrible sting, terrible storm,
I can tell you...
Sufjan Stevens