August 2011
“Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a little.”
—WB Yeats, The Celtic Twilight
“The world is full of enchantment, but only for those who have the right eyes to see it.”
—The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus (via janis-joplin)