James

“We should remember that even Nature's inadvertence has its own charm, its own attractiveness. The way loaves of bread split open on top in the oven; the ridges are just by-products of the baking, and yet pleasing, somehow: they rouse our appetite without our knowing why.
Or how ripe figs begin to burst.
And olives on the point of falling: the shadow of decay gives them a peculiar beauty.
Stalks of wheat bending under their own weight. The furrowed brow of the lion. Flecks of foam on the boar's mouth.
And other things. If you look at them in isolation there's nothing beautiful about them, and yet by supplementing nature they enrich it and draw us in. And anyone with a feeling for nature—a deeper sensitivity—will find it all gives pleasure. Even what seems inadvertent. He'll find the jaws of live animals as beautiful as painted ones or sculptures. He'll look calmly at the distinct beauty of old age in men, women, and at the loveliness of children. And other things like that will call out to him constantly—things unnoticed by others. Things seen only by those at home with Nature and its works.”
― Marcus Aurelius

“We have to do something, we cannot stand waiting for nothingness.”
― Zdzisław Beksiński

“We ought to have a sensory organ that can tell sign from coincidence.”
― Mircea Cărtărescu, Solenoid

“This is the story of our people. Women coming out of women, coming out of women, coming out of women, coming out of women, in a chain of explosions of life and beauty. But also of endless cruelty. It is an uninterrupted line of goddesses with two faces. One of a child regarding the future, the other of an old woman wearing a tragic mask rent and bleeding from parturition who strains to read our fortune in the stains of our aleatory past.”
― Mircea Cărtărescu, Solenoid