He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
William Blake
November 2011
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How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. how much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself. -
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a bubble of hot poison in your loins and a super-voluptuous flame permanently aglow in your subtle spine (oh, how you have to cringe and hide!), in order to discern at once, by ineffable signs—the slightly feline outline of a cheekbone, the slenderness of a downy limbs, and other indices which despair and shame and tears of tenderness forbid me to tabulate—the little deadly demon among the wholesome children; she stands unrecognized by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power. - Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Arrange whatever pieces come your way. - Virginia Woolf
Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again. -Homer (The Iliad)
