I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have.
Thomas Jefferson
Friday, December 31, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Write it
If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.
Toni Morrison
Toni Morrison
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Clever
I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.
Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Happiness
Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it.
Jacques Prévert
Jacques Prévert
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
The biggest loss
The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.
Søren Kierkegaard
Søren Kierkegaard
Friday, November 19, 2010
Drawing and talking
I prefer drawing to talking. Drawing is faster, and leaves less room for lies.
Le Corbusier
Le Corbusier
A happy change
We are not the same person this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy change if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.
W. Somerset Maugham
W. Somerset Maugham
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Books
Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.
Stephen King
Stephen King
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Love is not all
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.
Edna St Vincent Millay
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.
Edna St Vincent Millay
Friday, November 5, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Books went on living
There are books so alive that you're always afraid that while you weren't reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a river moved on and moved away. No one has stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?
Marina Tsvetaeva
Marina Tsvetaeva
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Like the gnawing of a mouse
...
Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, —
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.
Edna St Vincent Millay, from Ashes of Life
Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, —
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.
Edna St Vincent Millay, from Ashes of Life
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Those who live by the sea
Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.
Hermann Broch
Hermann Broch
Saturday, October 16, 2010
The truth
The truth is always something that is told, not something that is known. If there were no speaking or writing, there would be no truth about anything. There would only be what is.
Susan Sontag
Susan Sontag
Monday, September 20, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Sanctuary
My land is bare of chattering folk;
The clouds are low along the ridges,
And sweet's the air with curly smoke
From all my burning bridges.
Dorothy Parker
The clouds are low along the ridges,
And sweet's the air with curly smoke
From all my burning bridges.
Dorothy Parker
Monday, August 30, 2010
An old classic...
Dust Of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
Robert Frost
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
Robert Frost
...and another one
......
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
E.E.Cummings
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
E.E.Cummings
Monday, August 23, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Hero
The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else.
Umberto Eco
THe funniest joke in the world
My way of joking is to tell the truth. It is the funniest joke in the world.
George Bernard Shaw
George Bernard Shaw
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Silence
I catch the pattern
Of your silence
Before you speak.
I do not need
To hear a word.
In your silence
Every tone I seek
Is heard.
Langston Hughes
Of your silence
Before you speak.
I do not need
To hear a word.
In your silence
Every tone I seek
Is heard.
Langston Hughes
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Autumn verses in the spring
En la tarde lluviosa
mi corazón aprende
la tragedia otoñal
que los árboles llueven.
...
In the rain-swept afternoon
my heart discovers
the tragedy of autumn
raining from the trees.
Federico García Lorca
mi corazón aprende
la tragedia otoñal
que los árboles llueven.
...
In the rain-swept afternoon
my heart discovers
the tragedy of autumn
raining from the trees.
Federico García Lorca
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Confidence
Most of the confidence which I appear to feel, especially when influenced by noon wine, is only a pretense.
Tennessee Williams
Tennessee Williams
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Laughter on American television has taken the place of the chorus in Greek tragedy. In other countries, the business of laughing is left to the viewers. Here, their laughter is put on the screen, integrated into the show. It is the screen that is laughing and having a good time. You are simply left alone with your consternation.
Jean Baudrillard
Jean Baudrillard
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
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