Thursday, June 14, 2012

true love

True love isn't about being inseparable. It's about two people being true to each other even when they are separated.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

the impossibility of "I"

Sometimes I could put myself to sleep saying that over and over until after the honeysuckle got all mixed up in the whole thing come to symbolise night and unrest I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray halflight where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who. William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury