I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
"The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances." — Jack London, To Build A Fire
"It may be argued that past is a country from which we have all emigrated, that its loss is part of our common humanity." — Salman Rushdie, Imaginary Homelands
"April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain." — TS Eliot, The Waste Land
All the very best of us string ourselves up for love.
"There is no evidence that the world is becoming more virtual. The cyber-prophets were wrong here. The virtual is becoming more real." — Geert Lovink