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“The imagination is not an escape, but a return to the richness of our true selves; a return to reality.”-----George Mackay Brown. Scottish Poet, Author. (1921-1996).

Art by The Art of Omar Rayyan

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“The only thing that makes life worth living is the possibility of experiencing now and then a perfect moment. And perhaps even more than that, it's having the ability to recall such moments in their totality, to contemplate them like jewels.”― Paul Bowles, The Spider's House

“The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling — a somehow melancholy feeling. He was outside; he passed on the wings of the wind, and none of the people beyond the brightly lighted squares of their windows saw him. They were inside, inside where there was light and warmth. They didn't know he had passed them; only he knew. It was a secret thing.”
― Stephen King, It

"It is obvious that art cannot teach anyone anything, since in four thousand years humanity has learnt nothing at all. We should long ago have become angels had we been capable of paying attention to the experience of art, and allowing ourselves to be changed in accordance with the ideals it expresses. Art only has the capacity, through shock and catharsis, to make the human soul receptive to good. It’s ridiculous to imagine that people can be taught to be good…Art can only give food – a jolt – the occasion – for a psychical experience."----Andrei Tarkovsky

"Since the inexorable logic of reality has created nothing but insolvable problems, it is now time for illusion to take over."---William Burroughs

"I looked around me and absorbed the peace of a sprawling bustling city stopped dead, socked in snow. My puppy jumped and barked, twisting and sliding. I was instantly wildly grateful just to be awake and witness all this stillness. I don’t ever want to die, I thought, I want to live forever.”― Ethan Hawke, A Bright Ray of Darkness

“When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street the houses had grown sombre. The space of sky above us was the colour of ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns. The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed. Our shouts echoed in the silent street.”― James Joyce, Dubliners

G.C. Prock: Intelligence is built on preference. Not indifference, neutrality, lack of choice, randomness, everything is special, or "let every sh__ that comes along pass through the gate unabated". --Rumours in the Round Peg