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‘This is a quantum universe,’ said Spike, ‘neither random nor determined. It is potential at every second. All you can do is intervene.’ ‘What do you suggest I do ― to intervene?’ Spike leaned forward and kissed me. ‘Bend the light.’ ― Jeanette Winterson

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“I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me. I am arch, gay, languid, melancholy by turns. I am rooted, but I flow.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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High high in the hills , high in a pine tree bed.
She's tracing the wind with that old hand, counting the clouds with that old chant,
Three geese in a flock
one flew east
one flew west
one flew over the cuckoo's nest
― Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
#BookSky #FilmSky

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Cloud Cleaner.
#Photography Robert & Shana ParkeHarrison

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"The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new."
―Samuel Beckett, Murphy
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#Photography Harry Gruyaert (1983), Ireland.

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The Deer Hunter : "I like the trees" featuring Robert De Niro and Christopher Walken

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'I like the trees, you know? I like the way the trees are in the mountains, all the different -- the way the trees are.'
― Nick (Christopher Walken)
#Photography Christopher Walken on set
#Film The Deer Hunter (1978)

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Manhattan. Sometimes from beyond the skyscrapers, across of thousands of high walls, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia in the middle of the night, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island.
― Albert Camus, American Journals (1978)
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“In an ever-changing, incomprehensible world the masses had reached the point where they would, at the same time, believe everything and nothing, think that everything was possible and that nothing was true.”
― Hannah Arendt, The Origins of Totalitarianism (1951)

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“If swans weren't real, myths'd make them up.”
― David Mitchell, Black Swan Green
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It is always the same: once you are liberated, you are forced to ask who you are.
― Jean Baudrillard

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(2) with a sixth sense of aroma and geometry, without ever mistaking her terrain. In this she resembles the torero, whose heart must keep to the neck of the bull. Both of them face the same danger--he, death; and she, darkness.

― Federico Garcia Lorca, from In Praise of Antonia Merce

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The dancer's trembling heart must bring everything into harmony, from the tips of her shoes to the flutter of her eyelashes, from the rustles of her dress to the incessant play of her fingers. Shipwrecked in a field of air, she must measure lines, silences, zigzags and rapid curves, (1)

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Flamenco.
#Dance

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(2) and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”
― Molly Bloom’s closing Soliloquy, James Joyce, Ulysses

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"... I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes (1)