a poet has achieved perfection not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away. da vinci.
i hate flowers. georgia o’keefe.
the writing’s easy. it’s the living that’s sometimes difficult. bukowski.
the beginning is perhaps more difficult than anything else, but keep heart, it will turn out all right. van gogh
all art is erotic. gustav klimt.
i believe in low lights and trick mirrors. andy warhol
let the beauty of what you love be what you do. there are ten thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth. rumi
at the age of six I wanted to be a cook. at seven I wanted to be Napoleon. and my ambition has been growing steadily ever since. salvador dali
and when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. sylvia plath.
the person you love is 72.8% water, and it hasn’t rained for weeks. johan harstad
just once in my life– oh, when have I ever wanted anything just once in my life? amy hempel.
those who know do not speak. those who speak do not know. tao te ching
wizards are always hungry. kelly link