There’s so much more to a book than just the reading.
No matter how much we scorn it, kitsch is an integral part of the human condition.
The sagacious reader who is capable of reading between these lines what does not stand written in them, but is nevertheless implied, will be able to form some conception.
All the valley quivered one extended motion, wind undulating on mossy hills…
Nothing can dwindle to nothing, as Nature restores one thing from the stuff of another…
I don’t know why I did it, I don’t know why I enjoyed it, and I don’t know why I’ll do it again!
In your hands winter
is a book with cloud pages
that snow pearls of love.
Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens…
The past is never dead. It’s not even past.
If you can be quiet, you’re more than welcome to stay in my House of Silence.
Red the colour of your lips
Red the colour of your tongue….
Red the colour of your heart……
Red the colour of your passion.
We no longer live life. We consume it.
Animals, in their generation, are wiser than the sons of men; but their wisdom is confined to a few particulars…
You know what the great thing about babies is? They are like little bundles of hope. Like the future in a basket.
I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too…
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you.