27 December 2011

Forever strange ...

"The magician seemed to promise that something torn to bits might be mended without a seam, that what had vanished might reappear, that a scattered handful of doves or dust might be reunited by a word, that a paper rose consumed by fire could be made to bloom from a pile of ash. But everyone knew that it was only an illusion. The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place." 


Michael Chabon


19 December 2011

Stars in my pocket like grains of sand ...

"Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why." 

Kurt Vonnegut


17 December 2011

Shame ...

"My secret is that I need God -- that I am sick and can no longer make it alone. I need God to help me give, because I no longer seem to be capable of giving; to help me be kind, as I no longer seem capable of kindness; to help me love, as I seem beyond being able to love." 

Douglas Coupland

 The Girl by the Window by Edvard Munch




14 December 2011

The orange girl ...

"I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you." 

Frida Kahlo





10 December 2011

Uncommon thoughts on common things ...

"You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them." 

Maya Angelou 


09 December 2011

The story girl ...

"Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them." 



Paulo Coelho



06 December 2011

Bliss ...

"I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen." 

J.G. Ballard