Life is your art. An open, aware heart is your camera. A oneness with your world...– Ansel Adams
Make for yourself a world you can believe in. It sounds simple, I know. But it’s...– A Convergence of Birds: Original Fiction and Poetry Inspired by the Work of Joseph Cornell, 2001, Jonathan Safran Foer
Not to be sentimental, as I sound, but why the hell are we conditioned into the...– Sylvia Plath
Music is storming, driving, relentless, devotional, slinky, subtle,...– Nick Cave
I wish I could jump over the tallest tree, or scale the highest mountain. I wish I could swim the widest ocean, or run the longest road. I wish I could count to infinity +1, and spell the a word that includes all the letters of the alphabet. I want to be able to see things for how they really are, not for how I want them to be. I want to hear things just for the blissfulness of the sound and not...
red is the color of the sun with my eyes closed
half smoked cigarettes and dreaming with my head out your window. two summers ago we ran through the wet grass. we were bare and burning. laughed like we wanted the rest of june to know that we were really that brave. when october found us it named the red and yellow leaves after who we used to be, how we loved like we were young, like we were unashamed. how we kissed the back of god on nights...
Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander...– Vladimir Nabokov (Selected Letters 1940-1977)