May 2009
Sandy: I don't know. I had a dream. In fact, it was the night I met you. In the dream, there was our world and the world was dark because there weren't any robins, and the robins represented love. And for the longest time, there was just this darkness. And all of a sudden, thousands of robins were set free, and they flew down and brought this Blinding Light of Love. And it seemed like that love would be the only thing that would make any difference. And it did. So I guess it means there is trouble 'til the robins come.
Jeffrey: You're a neat girl.
Sandy: So are you. I mean, you're a neat guy.
I wrote the strings for this on a toy piano! - Siouxsie Sioux
the giant: sorry to wake you.
dale c.: I wasn’t dreaming.
we penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of the darkness. it was very quiet there. at night sometimes the roll of drums behind the curtain of trees would run up the river and remain sustained faintly, as if hovering in the air high over our heads. - joseph conrad, heart of darkness
slowly swallowed
every man his moral: you want to see my morality? - seul contre tous, gaspar noé, 1998
i’ve been reading the most amazing book, it says that the future is already written. it’s all there. and the proof lies in premonitory dreams.
- alex, irréversible, gaspar noé, 2002
(…) the tv screen was just a sidebar which took two years of my life. They are a matrix of lens shapes, which went over the tv screen and sort of abstracted the picture. I wish I had a picture … by masking—sampling if you will—the tv screen…think of a perforated sheet over the screen and then a matrix of cabeshon shapes (a flattened hemisphere) placed on top so that the dots or...
- did I give you that necklace? - no. - I should have. broken flowers (jim jarmusch, 2005)
punishment? reward! punishment? reward! - mutiny in heaven, nick cave, 1993
She was to me, and still is, the greatest person I have known - one who can truly be called a “devoted” soul. I owe her everything.
Letters of Henry Miller and Wallace Fowlie, 1975
all the men she’s been with and now you, just you, and the barges going by, masts and hulls, the whole damned current of life flowing through you, through her, through all the guys behind you and after you, the flowers and the birds and the sun streaming in and the fragrance of it choking you, annihilating you.
henry miller, tropic of cancer