Ginger Magnum

'But my dear Sebastian, you can't seriously believe it all.' ‘Can’t I?’ ‘I mean about Christmas and the star and the three kings and the ox and the ass.’ ‘Oh yes, I believe that. It’s a lovely idea.’ ‘But you can’t believe things because they’re a lovely idea.’ ‘But I do. That’s how I believe.’ – Charles and Sebastian, Brideshead Revisted, Evelyn Waugh. Bk.I, ch.4 P:63

"He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking." Leo Tolstoy,  Anna Karenina

"Do not look for my heart any more; the beasts have eaten it." Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal (1857)

“As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.” ―  Herman Melville ,  Moby-Dick; or, The Whale

“There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.” — Franz Kafka, from  Letters To Felice

i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new.”  ―  E.E. Cummings

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer. My heart looks for her, and

""What is it?" said Moomintroll. Discoveries were his very favourite thing (after mysterious paths, swimming and secrets, that is)." Tove Jansson , from the boOk  The Moomins and the great flood

"She loved the sea only for the sake of its storms, and the green fields only when broken up by ruins." Gustave Flaubert; “Madame Bovary” 

“There was no God in his heart, he knew; his ideas were still in riot;  there was ever the pain of memory; the regret for his lost youth-yet the  waters of disillusion had left a deposit on his soul, responsibility and a love of life, the faint stirring of old ambitions and unrealized  dreams...... And he could not tell why the struggle was worth while, why he had  determined to use to the utmost himself and his heritage from the personalities he had passed... He stretched out his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky. I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.”  ―  F. Scott Fitzgerald ,  This Side of Paradise

“Many nights he lay there dreaming awake of secret cafés in Mont Marte, where ivory women delved in romantic mysteries with diplomats and soldiers of fortune, while orchestras played Hungarian waltzes and the air was thick and exotic with intrigue and moonlight and adventure.”  ―  F. Scott Fitzgerald ,  This Side of Paradise

“Thus it amounts to the same thing whether one gets drunk alone or is a leader of nations.”  ―  Jean-Paul Sartre ,  Being and Nothingness

I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude. Henry David Thoreau

"If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don’t you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can’t think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you’re supposed to read? Do you think every thing you’re supposed to think? Buy what you’re told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned." Chuck Palahniuk -  Fight Club

"We are destined to only remember what never really happened." C arlos R uiz Z afon.

i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for  everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes E.E Cummings  From "i thank You God for most this amazing" (1950)

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)                                             i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you - E.E. Cummings  From "i carry your heart with me(i carry it in" (1920)  

“Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present. Our life has no end in the way in which our visual field has no limits.”   ―  Ludwig Wittgenstein ,  Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus

"IT IS QUITE POSSIBLE TO LEAVE YOUR HOME FOR A WALK IN THE EARLY MORNING AIR AND RETURN A DIFFERENT PERSON – BEGUILED, ENCHANTED." ~   Mary Ellen Chase

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier, simpler. —Friedrich Nietzsche

“I was most happy when pen and paper were taken from me and I was forbidden from doing anything. I had no anxiety about doing nothing by my own fault, my conscience was clear, and I was happy.  ―  Daniil Kharms ,  Today I Wrote Nothing: The Selected Writings

"And all I loved, I loved alone." — Edgar Allan Poe  

"To live in an old shack by the sea (And breathe the sweet salt air) To live with the dawn and the dusk The new moon and the full moon The tides the wind and the rain… To surf and comb the beach And gather sea shells and drift-wood And know the thrill of loneliness And lose all sense of time And be free To hike over the island to the village And visit the marketplace And enjoy the music and the food and the people And do a little trading And see the great ships come and go And, man, have me a ball And in the evening (When the sky is on fire) Heaven and earth become my great open cathedral Where all men are brothers Where all things are bound by law And crowned with love Poor, alone and happy I walk by the surf and make a fire on the beach And as darkness covers the face of the deep Lie down in the wild grass And dream the dream that the dreamers dream I am the wind, the sea, the evening star I am everyone, anyone, no one." — Eden Ahbez

"When I am with you, there is nowhere else I’d rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else." — D a vid L evithan

"Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth." —  Henry David Thoreau ,  Walden