If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. (:

Sunday, 2 August 2009



Books were my personal freedom. I learned to read at age three, and soon I discovered there was a whole world to conquer.
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with robbies and litle luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin your selfishness. But in the casket-safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

The future hasn't happened yet and the past is gone. So I think the only moment we have is right here and now, and I try to make the best of this moments, the moments that I'm in.


Art, as far as it able, follows nature, as a pupil imitates his master; thus your art must be, as it were, God's grandchild.

Saturday, 1 August 2009

Worlds are following out like endless rain into a paper cup, they slither wildly as they slip away across the universe. Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting throught my opened mind, possessing and caressing me. Nothing's gonna change my world!
You don't have to be beautiful to be understood. You don't have to be rich and famous to be good. You just gotta give more than you ever have before. And you got move fast, if you want this good thing to last.