When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence. ~Ansel Adams
I collect old medical equipment, journals, blades, old photographs and antique keys.
You're like a cupcake with a razorblade in.
Slip in like a lady, slip out like a serrated blade.
I enjoy reading intelligent thoughts, rants, ideas, skepticism. I enjoy conversation.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror we can just barely endure, and we admire it so because it calmly disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrible. ~Rilke
Jesus and I agreed to see other people, now that don't mean we don't still talk from time to time. ~Lafayette Reynolds, True Blood
In New Orleans to run from death is to leave life behind. They are intertwined, these things. We know this, we accept this, and this is who we are. ~Louis Maistros
Stare. It is the way to educate your eye, and more. Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long. ~Walker Evans
No matter how long you're gone, some kinds of pain are always patient enough to wait for you. ~Andrew Vachss
Times are not good here. The city is crumbling into ashes. It has been buried under a lava flood of taxes and frauds and maladministrations so that it has become only a study for archaeologists. Its condition is so bad that when I write about it, as I intend to do soon, nobody will believe I am telling the truth. But it is better to live here in sackcloth and ashes, than to own the whole state of Ohio. ~Lafcadio Hearn on New Orleans, 1879
I have loved to the point of madness; that which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love. ~F. Sagan
New Orleans and the moon have always seemed to me to have an understanding between them. An intimacy of sisters grown old together. No longer needing more than a speechless look to communicate their feelings to each other. This lunar atmosphere of the city draws me back whenever a time of recession is called for. Each time I have felt some rather profound psychic wound, a loss or a failure I have returned to New Orleans. At such periods I would seem to belong there and no place else in the country. ~Tennessee Williams
And even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God. ~Aeschylus