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Posted in Quote Included, Snapshot on Nov 9th, 2009
“Just the place to bury a crock of gold,” said Sebastian. “I should like to bury something precious in every place where I’ve been happy and then, when I was old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.”
Evelyn Waugh - Brideshead Revisited pg 26
Posted in Quote Included, Snapshot on Oct 27th, 2009
“As a mother, you should be interested in the traumas that have created my worldview.”
A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole, pg. 19
Posted in Quote Included on Oct 21st, 2009
Whenever he could, he sought out a new road to travel.
The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho, pg. 12.
Posted in Quote Included, Snapshot on Sep 20th, 2009
“Takes all kinds of people to make up a world,” said Trout.
Breakfast of Champions - Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., pg. 120
Posted in Quote Included, Snapshot on Sep 8th, 2009
How is it that people can vanish so that we know not where they are?
The Sea, The Sea - Iris Murdoch, pg. 220
Posted in Quote Included on Sep 3rd, 2009
Here is a plea based on my whole experience: do not be a magician, be magic.
Beautiful Losers - Leonard Cohen, pg. 175
Posted in Photos of the Week, Quote Included on Aug 24th, 2009
Wasn’t it strange how certain moments, now and then - certain turning points in a life - contained the curled and waiting seeds of everything that would follow?
Back When We Were Grownups, Anne Tyler, pg. 44
Posted in Photos of the Week, Quote Included on Aug 16th, 2009
Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense. Alone, the world offers itself freely to us.
Still Life With Woodpecker : A Sort of a Love Story, Tom Robbins pg. 269
Posted in Photos of the Week, Quote Included on Aug 9th, 2009
“It rained for four years, eleven months, and two days.”
One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, pg. 291
Posted in Quote Included on Aug 2nd, 2009
“I hope you get where you’re going, and be happy when you do.”
On The Road, Jack Kerouac, pg. 32