It was in the black mirror of anarchism that surrealism first recognised itself.
I know it's not easy for you, living this life, but try to remember, always try to remember, you're not the only one with troubles.
She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.
Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.
Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam comfort. It was all those things, intertwined with the heat and the thrill, and it was as bright within her as a swallowed star.
She knocked and waited, because when the door was opened from within, it had the potential to lead someplace quite different.
Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.
Ambition beats genius 99% of the time
I'm definitely drawn to things that are new, so something specifically for me would have been fun.
The objects that we have known in better days are the main props that sustain the weight of our affections, and give us strength to await our future lot.
I didn't get my licence because I wasn't allowed to. But I haven't had a seizure for a long time so I could, theoretically, get my licence. But I'm now just so used to not driving, I'm scared of what I'd do.