“a gate was … an indication that you had left one space and were entering another. […] life was always arriving. There was always another gate to pass through.
[…]
The greatest pleasures of his life had been when he was by her side, playing or inventing.”
-(GZ)
“Only the wayward appreciated her riotous conduct and wild habits and longing to create a life from nothing … only they could discern the beautiful plot … desire for an elsewhere and an otherwise … a notion of the possible whose outlines were fuzzy and amorphous” (SH)
“[Beauty], where one wishes to go”
“The meaning subverts the form, and elegance of form is always capable of being corrupted by what meaning it delivers.” (RS)
“… But today the gulls are silver angels etching
great cursive blessings in a perfect sky—so Death & I
make believe we believe that, & amble on.”
–Laure-Anne Bosselaar, Late Afternoon Stroll on the Cliffs
“and here—desolate, roughly surfaced, lined with eucalyptus and lemon groves—is Banyan Street.
[…]
into this perfect mold might be poured the inarticulate longings of a nation
[…]
one of those circumstances that satisfy one’s suspicion that life is indeed a scenario […] beautiful in its venality and in its devotion to immediate gratification
[…]
distinguishing between what happened and what merely might have happened, but I remain unconvinced that the distinction, for my purposes, matters
[…]
We must be aware of the dangers which lie in our most generous wishes
[…]
not places at all but abstractions”
-Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem: Essays
“The earth has turn her back
On one yellow middling star
To consider lights more various and far.
[…]
We are engulfed in an immense
Ancient indifference
That does not sleep or dream.
Call it Nature if you will
Though everything that is is natural–
(On Visiting a Borrowed Country House in Arcadia by A.E. Stallings)
“I’m going to play until the end of this life.
[…]
It was never worth worrying about someone you didn’t love. And it wasn’t love if you didn’t worry.” -(GZ)