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...