for Kelley

for Kelley

"Only what meeting made us feel,
So new, and gentle-sharp, and strange?"

love Jules
x

- handwritten inscription found inside a copy of Philip Larkin's Collected Poems, which was found on Rosewood Ave. in Los Angeles.

Marriage

So different, this man

And this woman:

A stream flowing

In a field.

Marriage

William Carlos Williams

caring about something

No, the jungle wasn't evil. It was indifferent. So, too, was the world. Evil then, must be the negation of something man had added to the world. Ultimately, it was caring about something that made the world liable to evil. Caring. And then the caring gets torn asunder. Everybody dies, but not everybody cares. It occurred to Mellas that he could create the possibility of good or evil through caring. He could nullify the indifferent world. But in doing so, he opened himself up to the pain of watching it get blown away.

Matterhorn - A Novel of the Vietnam War

Karl Marlantes

A Spirit Serves a Small Breakfast, Angel Brings the Desired

A Spirit Serves a Small Breakfast, Angel Brings the Desired, 1920
Paul Klee

The Green Eiffel Tower

The Green Eiffel Tower, 1957
Marc Chagall

Sweetie...

... you can't disappoint me, because, whatever you are is exactly what I want.

Mozart and the Whale

your imagination really is running away with you

"My dear Maximilien," Valentine said ... "You will not love me for very long. A man who makes such poetry will never be happy, languishing in such a banal passion as ours."

The Count of Monte Cristo
Alexandre Dumas

without really knowing me

I told Magdalena everything.
I had to. Watching her love me without really knowing me was like watching her love someone else, and the jealousy was killing me.

Beat The Reaper
Josh Bazell

you make it hard on yourself

Everything comes out the same, no matter whether you make it hard on yourself or not.

Taxi Driver Wisdom

"It is futile," I said

I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
“It is futile,” I said,
“You can never —”
“You lie,” he cried,
And ran on.

I saw a man pursuing the horizon
Stephen Crane