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"You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete." Bucky Fuller

"We must be our own before we can be another's." Ralph Waldo Emerson

You shall go with me, newly-married bride, And gaze upon a merrier multitude. White-armed Nuala, Aengus of the Birds, Feacra of the hurtling foam, and him Who is the ruler of the Western Host, Finvarra, and their Land of Heart's Desire, Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, Time an endless song. I kiss you and the world begins to fade. W.B. Yeats

Besides, if I am truly immortal, I am my own grandchild, my own descendant, my own dynasty. I am not obliged to live on through what I pass down to others. p:154_Tom Robbins_Jitterbug Perfume.

"Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing the lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain."- JACK KEROUAC

I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life. —  Virgina Woolf 

"I dreamed a thousand new paths. I woke and walked my old one." -  Chinese Proverb

"I LIKE IT WHEN IT RAINS HARD. IT SOUNDS LIKE WHITE NOISE EVERYWHERE, WHICH IS LIKE SILENCE BUT NOT EMPTY." -  Mark Haddon,  The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time.

“I am not attracted to straight angles or to the straight line, hard and inflexible, created by man. I am attracted to free-flowing, sensual curves. The curves that I find in the mountains of my country, in the sinuousness of its rivers, in the waves of the ocean, and on the body of the beloved woman. Curves make up the entire Universe, the curved Universe of Einstein.” OSCAR NIEMEYER RIP

“Freedom is the life I’ve led, doing what I want, when I want and where I want. Freedom is the essential thing in my life.” Patrick Edlinger

He  lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise. - Oscar Wilde- The picture of Dorian Gray

"ARE THESE THINGS REALLY BETTER THAN THE THINGS I ALREADY HAVE? OR AM I JUST TRAINED TO BE DISSATISFIED WITH WHAT I HAVE NOW?" - Chuck Palahniuk

"Sometimes your shallowness is so thorough, it’s almost like depth." Daria,(Season 2, Episode 3 ‘Quinn the Brain’)

"To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it." Hemingway

"I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous man, the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the man in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable." —  Henry Miller,  Stand Still Like the Hummingbird   

"I DREAM. SOMETIMES I THINK THAT’S THE ONLY RIGHT THING TO DO." - Haruki Murakami,  Sputnik Sweetheart.

"It’s hard not to hate. People, things, institutions, when they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed. Hate is the only feeling that makes sense. But I know what hate does to a man. Tears him apart, turns him into something he’s not. Something he promised himself he’d never become. That’s what I need to tell you. To let you know how hard I’m trying not to cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart. Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act. What I feel slamming up against what I should do. Implusive reactions racing to solutions miles ahead of my brain. When I look at my day, I realize that most of it was spent cleaning up the damage of the day before. In that life I have no future. All I have is distraction and remorse. I buried my best friend three days ago. As cliche as this sounds, I left a part of me in that box. A part I barely knew. A part I’ll never see again. Every day is a new box, boys. You open it, you take a look a

 Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable. THE WIZARD OF oZ

Whan that Arcite hadde romed al his fille And songen al the roundel lustily, Into a studie he fil al sodeynly , As doon thise loveres in hir queynte geres, Now in the croppe, now doun in the breres, Now up, now doun as boket in a welle.

"To the man who only has a hammer, everything he encounters begins to look like a nail." —Abraham Maslow

Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh had gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.     — SYLVIA PLATH,  THE UNABRIDGED JOURNALS OF SYLVIA PLATH  

Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.” “Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?” “Yes. I want to ruin you.” “Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too. Ernest Hemingway,  A Farewell to Arms  

“Before enlightenment chop wood and carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood and carry water.” - Wu Li

....a madness that siezes the mind and drives out reason. - Morse

It is not bad to be unattached, to be uninterested, to dwell for short periods in numbness. To declare yourself bored is not a mark of failiure, but the necessary precondition for the possibility of generating the authentically new. Boredom becomes the only proper occupation, since it provides a kind of guarantee, that one is, so to speak, still in control of one's existence.  - Siegfried Kracauer

"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul."  Pablo Neruda - Sonnet XVII

"Somebody at one of these places [...] asked me: 'What do you do? How do you write, create?' You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: 'not' to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like its looks you make a pet out of it." Charles Bukowski

"THERE’S A BLUEBIRD IN MY HEART THAT WANTS TO GET OUT BUT I’M TOO TOUGH FOR HIM, I SAY, STAY IN THERE, I’M NOT GOING TO LET ANYBODY SEE YOU. THERE’S A BLUEBIRD IN MY HEART THAT WANTS TO GET OUT BUT I POUR WHISKEY ON HIM AND INHALE CIGARETTE SMOKE"   -  CH ARLES BUKOWSK I_ EXCERPTS FROM THE BLUEBIRD

We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright. — Ernest Hemingway

There seethed all around me a cauldron of lawless loves. I loved not yet, yet I loved to love, and out of a deep-seated want, I hated myself for wanting not. I sought what I might love, in love with loving, and I hated safety... To love then, and to be beloved, was sweet to me; but more, when I obtained to enjoy the person I loved. I defiled, therefore, the spring of friendship with the filth of concupiscence, and I beclouded its brightness with the hell of lustfulness. Augustine of Hippo—  Confessions  3.1.1

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, and it is yours. — Ayn Rand

One thing that G.K. Chesterton actually did say was this: “Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese." Well, I’m no poet but I don’t mind saying it: I fucking love cheese, me. I can sort of remember John Lennon and Elvis dying and I remember school assembly the day of the first ever space shuttle launch, but the lunch time I had my first ever slice of melted cheese on toast is indelibly etched on my brain. I remember with the surety and firmness that all childhood memories are built on, raising the slice aloft and declaring: “What prestidigitation is this? What magical transfiguration of nature is this which has rendered that which was nice into that which is necessary? I am become Ozymandias, melter of cheese. Stare upon my toastie and despair.”

Although often attributed to G.K. Chesterton, it was actually the Belgian poet Émile Cammaerts, who said: “When people stop believing in God, they don’t believe in nothing – they believe in anything.”

"I hate good taste, it's the worst thing that can happen to a creative person". Helmut Newton

the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there’s no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds the one. the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill nothing else fills. Charles Bukowski

"To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell." Gabriel García Márquez,  

Basked in the sun, listened to birds, licked off raindrops, and only in flight the leaf saw the tree and grasped what it had been. - Vera Pavlova

"I’m sensitive and quick to take offence, like a hunchback or a dwarf, but there have been times when if somebody had given me a slap in the face I might even have been glad of it. I am speaking seriously: I should certainly have known how to find pleasure in it, the pleasure, of course, of despair, but despair can hold the most intense sorts of pleasure when one is strongly conscious of the hopelessness of one’s position."     Fyodor Dostoyevsky, “Notes from Underground”

Homer tells us that because Charybdis had stolen the oxen of Hercules, Zeus struck her with a thunderbolt and changed her into a whirlpool whose vortex swallowed up ships.

These fairies, who have curled feet and carry a muskwood pencil in their hand, live in the highland forests of Alto Friuli, but can be found lying on the barks of trees in just about every wet area of the planet.

Enoch walked with God; then he was no more, because God took him away. [Genesis 5:24 NIV.] This Enoch, whose flesh was turned to flame, his veins to fire, his eye-lashes to flashes of lightning, his eye-balls to flaming torches, and whom God placed on a throne next to the throne of glory, received after this heavenly transformation the name Metatron

I came from an angry generation and I wanted to tell the world to go fuck itself and take notice of me. It just seemed that a lot of things in this country were very wrong and nobody gave a shit. I guess if I think about it long enough I can find a lot of reasons why I’ve done the things I’ve done all my life, but really all the things that happened just happened.

“One night, my younger brother and my father sat me down in a kind of dark living room. My brother is very responsible, as is my father. They had a little chat with me. It almost broke my heart, because they said I should get a job and forget Eraserhead. Well, I did get a job: I delivered the Wall Street Journal , and I made fifty dollars a week. I would save up enough to shoot a scene and I eventually finished the whole thing. And I started mediatating. Jack Nance, the actor who played Henry, waited three years for me, holding this thought of Henry, keeping it alive. There’s a scene in which Jack’s character is on one side of a door, and it wasn’t until a year and a half later that we filmed him coming through the other side of the door. There’s an expression: Keep your eye on the doughnut, not on the hole. If you keep your eye on the doughnut and your work, that’s all you can control. You can’t control any of what’s out there, outside yourself. But you can get inside and do

"If I was concerned about being accepted, I would have been doing Ansel Adams lookalikes, because that was easily accepted. Everything I did was never accepted…but luckily for me, my interest in the subject and my passion for the subject took me to the point that I wasn’t wounded by that, and eventually, people came around to me." Duane Michals

“With her Florentino Ariza learned what he had already experienced many times without realizing it: that one can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the same sorrow with each, and not betray any of them. Alone in the midst of the crowd on the pier, he said to himself in a flash of anger: ‘My heart has more rooms than a whorehouse.” Love in the time of cholera.-Marquez

Drosophila are laboratory favourites: these little fruit flies have short life cycles and active sex lives, so geneticists can track their characteristics over many generations. A proportion of the genes we know best were first identified in fruit fly DNA. From them we learn about basic biochemical processes shared by all living creatures – including us. Now Californian scientists have discovered something touchingly human about these buzzing little insects . Male fruit flies, when rejected by females, turn to alcohol . They are far more likely to booze than their happy, consummated peers. Whisky fans have long noticed how these little companions turn up to share a sip: not for nothing are habitual drinkers sometimes dismissed as bar flies. How poignant to discover that humans and Drosophila melanogaster share more than just a neuropeptide linked to addictive behaviour: they also react to disappointment in love in the same sad, time-honoured way.

In 18th-century France, the most determined revolutionaries "weren't the poor. They were the lawyers without clients".

The secondary function of a bathroom mirror is to measure murmurs in mental mud. - Tom Robbins

Whoever despises himself still respects himself as one who despises.