Mysteriousdarkacademiawitch - Booklovermushroom

"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot explain it to myself."

- Franz Kafka

We are sealed in our own little melancholy atmospheres, like planets, and revolving around the sun, our common but distant desire.

-- Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac and Allan Ginsberg: The Letters

“The Dead Poets were dedicated to sucking the marrow out of life. That’s a phrase from Thoreau that we’d invoke at the beginning of each meeting. You see, we’d gather at the old Indian cave and take turns reading from Thoreau, Whitman, Shelley — the biggies. Even some of our own verse. And in the enchantment of the moment, we’d let poetry work its magic.”

And this is probably the reason he’s called the Slytherin prince.