Monday, November 27, 2006

"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams"

W.B. Yeats



"It's circular. You exist to continue your existence. What's the point?"


"Without love... breath is just a clock - ticking."

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