March 2010
1 post
February 2010
2 posts
a punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate. will nature make a man of me yet?
– the smiths
January 2010
3 posts
you know that place between sleep and awake? that place where you still remember...
– tinkerbell, Hook
December 2009
8 posts
although it’s been said, many times, many ways.. Merry Christmas to you.
i’ve loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
– galileo galilei
the final scene in Great Expectations
estella: so.. i hear all about you. you're doing great.
finn: i'm doing okay.
estella: things have been.. different for me. for a long time, i kept..
finn: what?
estella: i think about you. a lot lately.
finn: i'm glad.
estella: can you ever forgive me?
finn: don't you know me at all?
November 2009
21 posts
my body could stand the crutches but my mind couldn’t stand the sideline.
– michael jordan
old is always fifteen years from now.
– bill cosby
ugliness is in a way superior to beauty because it lasts.
– serge gainsbourg
all flowers in time bend towards the sun. i know you say there’s no one...
– jeff buckley
all art is autobiographical; the pearl is the oyster’s autobiography. even...
– federico fellini
i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. i love you...
– pablo neruda
your dresses should be tight enough to show you’re a woman and loose...
– edith head
seek new perspectives through your flexibility - physical, emotional, and...
– guru singh
October 2009
24 posts
i am finished with myself, with my sacrifices and my pity, with what chains me....
– anais nin
you're so beautiful it hurts to look at you..
rickie: if you were about to do it, okay, what would you want the other person to say, like right before.
rayanne: this won't take long..
rickie: no, seriously.
rayanne: do i know you?
rickie: no, like, for real. like, romantic.
angela: you're so beautiful it hurts to look at you.
rayanne: it hurts to look at you?
rickie: how'd you think of that?
rayanne: where would it hurt?
only i can ruin this.
– ricky gervais
if you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue. or walk with kings, nor lose...
– rudyard kipling
i fell asleep to Tadpole last nite.
Stanley: what happened? did you run into some buddies from Chauncey, go downtown, get a couple beers and stare at the hippies in Greenwich Village?
Oscar: there are no more hippies in Greenwich Village anymore, Dad.
Stanley: well, what is it now? punks, druggies, mopers, cross-dressers, bikers?
Oscar: bankers.
Stanley: bankers? oh god, has it come to that?
Oscar: i'm afraid so.
if you are a dreamer, come in. if you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a hoper,...
– shel silverstein
the lion is most handsome when looking for food.
– jalad ad-din rumi