I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance; to live so that which comes to me as seed, goes to the next as blossom, and that which comes to me as blossom, goes on as fruit.
-Dawna Markova
I like going from one lighted room to another, such is my brain to me; lighted rooms.
-Virginia Woolf
I can no more describe you
Than I can put a thing for the first time
Where it already is.
If I could make a ladder of light
Or comb the hair of a dream girl with a real comb
Or pour a table into a jug...
I'm not good at impossible things.
And that is why I'm sure
I will love you for my ever.
-Norman MacCaig
"I once hand-made a girlfriend a 50 page leather bound book. It was an illustrated fairytale about a princess and an eccentric magician. The magician had his heart broken so badly in the past that instead of keeping it in his chest where it could easily get hurt again, he kept it locked up in a rusty trunk under his bed, where it had withered into a shriveled apricot. A lot happens that can't really be summed up in one paragraph, but at the end, his apricot heart swells to the size of a house and they end up living happily ever after inside of it. It took me about a month to make, it was all rhyming, hand-painted...something I was pretty gosh darn proud of. I really poured a lot into it, and I think it's filled with some of my best paintings yet. Sadly in real life the story didn't end as happy as it did in the book. Let's just say I'm living alone in that giant apricot heart at the moment."
-Matthew Gray Gubler
"I once hand-made a girlfriend a 50 page leather bound book. It was an illustrated fairytale about a princess and an eccentric magician. The magician had his heart broken so badly in the past that instead of keeping it in his chest where it could easily get hurt again, he kept it locked up in a rusty trunk under his bed, where it had withered into a shriveled apricot. A lot happens that can't really be summed up in one paragraph, but at the end, his apricot heart swells to the size of a house and they end up living happily ever after inside of it. It took me about a month to make, it was all rhyming, hand-painted...something I was pretty gosh darn proud of. I really poured a lot into it, and I think it's filled with some of my best paintings yet. Sadly in real life the story didn't end as happy as it did in the book. Let's just say I'm living alone in that giant apricot heart at the moment."
-Matthew Gray Gubler
