Thy only authentic ending is the one provided here: John and Mary die, John and Mary die, John and Mary die.
the windy sky Cries out a literate despair.
The imagination is one of the forces of nature.
The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.
The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
In earlier times artists liked to show what was actually visible. . . nowadays we are concerned with reality, rather than the merely visible.
I was invited by a publisher to write the text for Tantra. [1] Having done some research, what fascinated me was the evidence that many 'tantric' ideas actually came to India from the Mediterranean. It is rather a dry read and debunks reports of orgies and sexual mischief – sorry to disappoint.
What he's really saying is: Please be a human being. With a life so full of rules and regiments, it's so easy to forget that's what they are. She knows—she sees—how often compassion takes a back seat to expediency.
So, have you been enjoying yourself these days, Kazami?' I'm having lots of fun. ' It was true. That made the sense of regret even keener, that this time in my life would soon be a thing of the past. I felt as if I could understand a little of what my mother had been through, and the feelings she may have had at different times. I wasn't a child anymore, and this made me feel awfully lonesome, and utterly alone.