Haruki Murakami ~ Huge Cosmic Love
“Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly being unraveled. The surrounding space is so vast that it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a balanced grip on one's own being. The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, becoming so diffuse in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self. The sun would rise from the eastern horizon, and cut it's way across the empty sky, and sink below the western horizon. This was the only perceptible change in our surroundings. And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love.”
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Peyrelebade Landscape, 1869
Gustave Flaubert ~ Read To Live
“Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.”
― Gustave Flaubert
Charles Dickens ~ A Quiet Silent Man
“He had been for many years, a quiet silent man, associating but little with other men, and used to companionship with his own thoughts. He had never known before the strength of the want in his heart for the frequent recognition of a nod, a look, a word; or the immense amount of relief that had been poured into it by drops through such small means.”
― Charles Dickens, Hard Times
Burghers of Calais (detail)
Monet ~ Love My Art
“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.”
Palazzo da Mula in Venice 1908
Anais Nin ~ The Role Of A Writer
"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say."
On the photo Anais Nin with Henry Miller
Matisse ~ Is An Artist A Prisoner?
"An artist must never be a prisoner. Prisoner? An artist should never be a prisoner of himself, prisoner of style, prisoner of reputation, prisoner of success, etc."
Jules Brassai ~ The Otherness Of The Night
"The Night suggests, it does not show. The Night disquiets and surprises us with its otherness. It releases forces within us which by day are dominated by reason."
Milan Kundera ~ My Ambition
"My lifetime ambition has been to unite the seriousness of question with the lightness of form.”
Simone De Beauvoir ~ One’s Past
“It's very hard to review one's past without cheating a little.”
Simone de Beauvoir
Tears Of Humanity…
Tears of humanity, tears of humanity,
flowing eternally early and late...
Flowing invisibly, flowing in secrecy,
ever abundantly, ever unceasingly -
flowing as rain flows with autumn finality
all through the night like a river in spate
(1849) Fyodor Tyutchev
translation Peter Tempest
Monument to the Dead (1895) by French sculptor Albert Bartholomé