Sergeant Guarnere needed to use the latrine. He grabbed a jacket and strolled over to the facility. Sitting down, he put his hand in a pocket and pulled out a letter. It was addressed to Sergeant Martin— Guarnere had taken Martin’s jacket by mistake —but Guarnere read it anyway. Martin’s wife was the author; they had been married in Georgia in 1942, and Mrs. Martin knew most of the members of the company . She wrote, ‘Don’t tell Bill [Guarnere], but his brother was killed in Cas[ s] ino, Italy.’
‘You can’t imagine the anger I felt,’ Guarnere said later. ‘I swore that when I got to Normandy, there ain’t no German going to be alive. I was like a maniac. When they sent me into France, they turned a killer loose , a wild man.’
— Band of Brothers: E Company, 506th Regiment, 101st Airborne from Normandy to Hitler’s Eagle’s Nest
Wild honey smells of freedom
The dust - of sunlight
The mouth of a young girl, like a violet
But gold - smells of nothing.
Missy for Vogue Germany December 1997 (1997)
Photography Inez van Lamsweerde and Vinoodh Matadin Hair Eugene Souleiman Make-up Lisa Butler Styling Viktor & Rolf
Viktor and Rolf: 1993 1994 1995 1996 1997 1998 1999 by Artimo
Nicholas II during a dinner held on the Russian Imperial Yacht Standart, 1909
Katja Millay, The Sea of Tranquility
Augusten Burroughs, This Is How
this is so depressing.
— says everyone, every time they watch an episode of The Leftovers
She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.