Stephen Mitchell Jr

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
― Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

“I open the shoe box dusted with seven winters & here, sunk in folds of yellowed news -paper, lies the Colt .45—silent & heavy as an amputated hand. I hold the gun & wonder if an entry wound in the night would make a hole wide as morning.”
― Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

“Wine talks; ask anyone. The oracle at the street corner; the uninvited guest at the wedding feast; the holy fool. It ventriloquizes. It has a million voices. It unleashes the tongue, teasing out secrets you never meant to tell, secrets you never even knew. It shouts, rants, whispers. It speaks of great plans, tragic loves, and terrible betrayals. It screams with laughter. It chuckles softly to itself. It weeps in front of its own reflection. It revives summers long past and memories best forgotten. Every bottle a whiff of other times, other places, everyone...a humble miracle”
― Joanne Harris

“Reality continues to ruin my life.”
― Bill Watterson, The Complete Calvin and Hobbes