I think, yes, a man and a woman can be good friends, but it isn’t easy for them being as no one else will suppose that that is what they are. And then there’s the problem of being different sexes. I think if they are good friends, then whatever else they are – or are… Continue reading A.S. Byatt
Like clouds in rain, like seas Exultant as they roll, We mix in ecstasies, And, as breeze melts in breeze, Thy soul becomes my soul.” ― Aleister Crowley, White Stains & the Nameless Novel: Flowers of Eros and Evil. (Wet Angel Books October 31, 2008)
No space of regret can make amends for one life’s opportunity misused. — Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol. Published 19 December 1843 (Chapman & Hall)
Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day. — Charles Dickens, Great Expectations. (Chapman & Hall; Serialized 1860-1; book form 1861)
You won’t understand anything about the imagination until you realise that it’s not about making things up, it’s about perception. — Philip Pullman, The Book of Dust: Volume Two; The Secret. (RHCP Digital Commonwealth’ October 3rd 2019)
Alone now, in my dark room, The pebbles cease to drop into the rocking pool And gradually the surface quietens Reflecting image of darkest peace and silence. No questions catch the clothes But only as it were a spreading Draws all threads to their finished pattern And you are pieced together bit by bit Set… Continue reading Philip Larkin
“Sometimes I think I have always been sitting like this. I sometimes think I have always been sitting like this, alone by an indifferent fire, curtains closed, night, winter. — Harold Pinter, Family Voices: A Play for Radio. (Grove Pr; First Edition edition (November 1, 1981)
