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In the artist's own experience, of course, art is fundamentally indefinable, unsayable; there is something sacred about its demands upon the soul, something inherently mysterious in the forms it takes, no less than its contents. my first thought about art, as a child, was that the artist brings something into the world that didn't exist before, and that he does it without destroying something else, a kind of refutation of the conservation of matter. that still seems to me its central magic, its core of joy. nothing strengthens the judgement and quickens the conscience like individual responsibility. i would rather fix something more important than my hair. the longer i live the more i become convinced that the only thing that matters in literature is the writer is first of all an enchanter. do you understand, / child, how the moon, the tide / is in our own image? a single sun shines here and in the land where i was born, though we call it by different names. in the realm of idea, the great principles behind the forms that we see are the same. to laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and ignore the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or redeemed by social condition; or to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. this is to have succeeded. everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing. it is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it. the realization that he was utterly powerless was like the blow of a sledgehammer, yet it was curiously as well. no one was forcing him into a decision. bush thinks he is still living in the age of cowboys, and that the world is like texas with himself as sheriff. your mind might make a connection that is useful. but true is another matter. true implies that you have found a connection that exists independent of your apprehension of it, that would exist whether you noticed it or not. and i must say that i have never seen such a connection in my life. there are times when i suspect that there are no such connections, that all links, bonds, ties, and similarities are creatures of thought and have no substance. to love another person is to see the face of god. blessed are ye that weep now: for ye shall laugh. you can't shake hands with a closed fist. if you have a vagina and a point of view, that's a deadly combination. to travel on the sea is to move outside of time. i care not for heaven and i fear not hell / if i have but the kisses of his proud, young mouth.... a single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. to live is to be slowly born. in dangerous valleys and hazardous pathways, the true neighbor will lift some bruised and beaten brother to a higher and more noble life. i believe in eating. i think women especially have this fear of eating, and i think there is a whole euphoric plane you can rise to when you have a good meal. you sit down and with every bite you honestly just say thank you. those who think it is permissible to tell white lies soon grow color-blind. expectations are the most perilous form of dream, and when dreams do realize themselves it is in the waking world: the difference is often subtly but painfully felt. a word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged; it is the skin of a living thought, and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and the time in which it is used..

Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you. the opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth. the mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n. simplicity is the ultimate sophistication. there are no mistakes, no coincidences. all events are blessings given to us to learn from. nothing is really so very frightening when everything is so very dangerous. i'll pretend this is real / 'cause this is what i like best the whole business is built on ego, vanity, self-satisfaction, and it's total crap to pretend it's not. we are governed not by armies and police but by ideas. the primary and most beautiful of nature's qualities is motion. ...love is not love / which alters when it alteration finds, / or bends with the remover to remove: / o no! it is an ever-fixed mark / that looks on tempests and is never shaken... there is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go. if any individual live too much in relations, so that he becomes a stranger to the resources of his own nature, he falls, after awhile, into a distraction, or imbecility, from which he can only be cured by a time of isolation, which gives the renovating fountains time to rise up. i should be doing my homework now. but the way i see it, playing in the snow is a lot more important. out here i'm learning skills that i can apply throughout the rest of my life - procrastinating and rationalizing. education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing worth knowing can be taught. love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty. you can be ashamed of me if you like, but you cannot make me feel ashamed of myself. there is but one cause of human failure. and that is man's lack of faith in his true self. an idealist who couldn't cope becomes cynical. those who lose dreaming, are lost. you loved people and you came to depend on their being there. but people died or changed or went away and it hurt too much. the only way to avoid that pain was not to love anymore, and not to let anyone get too close or too important. the secret to not being hurt like this again, i decided, was never depending on anyone, never needing, never loving. she said, 'what you don't know won't hurt you.' a dubious maxim: sometimes what you don't know can hurt you very much. they say that the flap of a butterfly's wing affects the weather hundreds of miles away... and together - here in this room - we make one hell of a butterfly. no doubt the process of decipherment was difficult, but only by accomplishing it could one arrive at whatever truth there was to read. grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with. <b>sam</b>: well, how long is your program? it was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together... and i knew it. i knew it the very first time i touched her. it was like coming home... only to no home i'd ever known... i was just taking her hand to to help her out of a car, and i knew. it was like... magic. i'm gonna show you, baby, that a woman can be tough. 'right. yes. the usual choices.'.

Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy. the writer of originality, unless dead, is always shocking, scandalous; novelty disturbs and repels. we are wise, wise women. we are giggling girls. any job a man can do to make his way in the world is a decent job as long as he works hard and does his best. god didn't put sweat on a man's body for no reason. he put it there so he could work hard, cleanse himself and feel proud. hard workin' folks only smell bad to some folks who have nothing better to do but stick their noses in the air. the greatest complexity is the greatest simplicity. the more "complex" a system is, the more simple is its design. indeed, it is utterly elegant in its simplicity. the master understands this. that is why a highly evolved being lives in utter simplicity. she thought now of the pink anemones waving in that water. like herself, when he'd first spied on her with her sensitive, fleshy tentacles of thought waving all around her, until he'd touched and made her draw up quickly into a stony fist. but he knew just how to touch her, speak to her, breathe on her, to draw her out again. physical pleasure was such a convincing illusion, and sex, the ultimate charade of safety. a new position of responsibility will usually show a man to be a far stronger creature than was supposed. there are no mistakes, no coincidences. all events are blessings given to us to learn from. they are composed like music. guided by his sense of beauty, and individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence (beethoven's music, death under a train) into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the composition of the individual's life. anna could have chosen another way to take her life. but the motif of death and the railway station, unforgettably bound to the birth of love, enticed her in her hour of despair with its dark beauty. without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress. creativity is the power to connect the seemingly unconnected. i lay down on the parched ground and looked as hard as i could at the blue sky. i wanted to feel the sheerness of space, to somehow reach what was empty and quiet, to hold what was right beyond my grasp. from my rotting body, flowers shall grow and i am in them and that is eternity. it is not upon you alone the dark patches fall. run for office? no. i've slept with too many women, i've done too many drugs, and i've been to too many parties. beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. the least we can do is try to be there. the real voyage of discovery consists not of seeking new landscapes - but of having new eyes. if we build a society based on honoring the earth, we build a society which is sustainable, and has the capacity to support all life forms. out yonder there is this huge world... which stands before us like a great, eternal riddle. the person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. his heart withers if it does not answer another heart. his mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration. when you have found your own room, be kind to those who have chosen different doors and to those who are still in the hall. all sorrows can be borne if they can be put into a story. love is friendship set on fire. we act empty and innocent / but we are fueled by distortions of lives led in discontent / trading misfortunes / 'cause faith is one thing that is hard to deliver / it feels to funny to be free happiness is not in our circumstances, but in ourselves. it is not something we see, like a rainbow, or feel, like the heat of a fire. happiness is something we are. true friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity, before it is entitled to the appellation. you loved people and you came to depend on their being there. but people died or changed or went away and it hurt too much. the only way to avoid that pain was not to love anymore, and not to let anyone get too close or too important. the secret to not being hurt like this again, i decided, was never depending on anyone, never needing, never loving. although i couldn't have said what is was he needed to tell me, i had the sense of its color, its shape; it was like a small black haze hanging over him. it was something that he would say that would change us, again. i thought of what he had come through, losing what he loved most, and i thought too of the separate journey i'd taken, the anger i'd felt at him in jail for the hundreds of little betrayals, and then how i'd come to have faith that at some point those feelings would be washed clean. for him, perhaps nothing had come clean. he lay down with his back to me. i could feel him shaking. i cried some, too, then, holding him in my arms, kissing his hair, feelng what for theresa came easily, and what for me had always been difficult. all the same i knew i was forgiving him. i had that miraculous clarity for an instant and so i understood that the forgiveness itself was strong, durable, like strands of a web, weaving around us, holding us. <b>sam</b>: well, how long is your program? it was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together... and i knew it. i knew it the very first time i touched her. it was like coming home... only to no home i'd ever known... i was just taking her hand to to help her out of a car, and i knew. it was like... magic. becoming responsible adults is no longer a matter of whether children hang up there pajamas or put dirty towels in the hamper, but whether they care about themselves and others -- and whether they see everyday chores as related to how we treat this planet..
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