欧宝娱乐

“The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.”
― James Joyce, Ulysses

“The full moon, well risen in a cloudless eastern sky, covered the high solitude with its light. We are not conscious of daylight as that which displaces darkness. Daylight, even when the sun is clear of clouds, seems to us simply the natural condition of the earth and air. When we think of the downs, we think of the downs in daylight, as with think of a rabbit with its fur on. Stubbs may have envisaged the skeleton inside the horse, but most of us do not: and we do not usually envisage the downs without daylight, even though the light is not a part of the down itself as the hide is part of the horse itself. We take daylight for granted. But moonlight is another matter. It is inconstant. The full moon wanes and returns again. Clouds may obscure it to an extent to which they cannot obscure daylight. Water is necessary to us, but a waterfall is not. Where it is to be found it is something extra, a beautiful ornament. We need daylight and to that extent it us utilitarian, but moonlight we do not need. When it comes, it serves no necessity. It transforms. It falls upon the banks and the grass, separating one long blade from another; turning a drift of brown, frosted leaves from a single heap to innumerable flashing fragments; or glimmering lengthways along wet twigs as though light itself were ductile. Its long beams pour, white and sharp, between the trunks of trees, their clarity fading as they recede into the powdery, misty distance of beech woods at night. In moonlight, two acres of coarse bent grass, undulant and ankle deep, tumbled and rough as a horse's mane, appear like a bay of waves, all shadowy troughs and hollows. The growth is so thick and matted that event the wind does not move it, but it is the moonlight that seems to confer stillness upon it. We do not take moonlight for granted. It is like snow, or like the dew on a July morning. It does not reveal but changes what it covers. And its low intensity---so much lower than that of daylight---makes us conscious that it is something added to the down, to give it, for only a little time, a singular and marvelous quality that we should admire while we can, for soon it will be gone again.”
― Richard Adams, Watership Down

“Erik: Are you very tired?
Christine: Oh, tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead.
Erik: Your soul is a beautiful thing, child. No emperor received so fair a gift. The angels wept to-night.”
― Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

“Waktu berjalan ke Barat di waktu pagi hari matahari mengikutiku di belakang.
Aku berjalan mengikuti bayang-bayangku sendiri yang memanjang di depan.
Aku dan matahari tidak bertengkar tentang siapa di antara kami yang telah menciptakan bayang-bayang,
aku dan bayang-bayang tidak bertengkar tentang siapa di antara kami yang harus berjalan di depan.”
― Sapardi Djoko Damono

“Half a page --- and the morning is already ancient.”
― Michael Ondaatje, Running in the Family

“To think she has forfeited her ethics for the Devil鈥檚 Book! The only book in the world she sees in her dreams, daydreams, and nightmares. The only book that may have the real secrets of voice instead of boring jargon page after page, tickling your curiosity and giving you the things you already know.”
― Misba, The High Auction

“Not that the war heroes will touch them. Neither to shake hands, nor trace lightly, and never-ever intimately. Touching the unevolved people for pleasure isn鈥檛 principled.”
― Misba, The High Auction

“For now, we will watch the seagulls swallow paper, Appa and I. We will laugh and laugh, because the snow is still soft and we are still here.”
― Elane Kim, Postcards

“Even the tiniest loose thread in the fabric of your world cannot be tolerated. Either everyting works, or nothing does”
― Neal Shusterman, Game Changer

“Artists have the ability 2 changes lives with a single per4mance.”
― Prince

“The sight of her lovely brown face breaking into laughter and focusing tightly on him, as she stood in the dress of azaleas in the sunlight yard of weeds, made him feel light again. In that moment he realized that all the experience of thirty-two years on the NYPD and all the formal police training in the world was useless when the smile of someone you suddenly care about finds the bow that wraps your heart and undoes it.”
― James McBride

“She had that light about her that turned people around her into moths.”
― Dennis Lehane, Live by Night

“Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part"
or kiss anyway, let's start with that, with the kissing part,
because it's better than the parting part”
― Kim Addonizio, Brooklyn Poets Anthology

“Back then, the mornings were warm and melting, the kind that invited light.”
― Elane Kim, Postcards

“That a burnt child loves the fire'

'I am not even singed. My wings are untouched.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“Don't bother pulling my string again-
Not behind those doll eyes anymore
I won't say what's expected, kid,
laugh at your tantrum on the floor

I'm just not looking at you, kid,
I'm not a piss-poor heart anymore;
Not going home with the lowest bid
Out of stock- your projection whore

I'm never going back to the toy box
Elevated up from the cellar-
home of the wish-washed pretty cocks
Out of the dark, preachin' Helen Keller

Bored with the coin-operated allure
I'm top shelf, kid, out of your reach
You can't afford to walk in the store
Turn around, kid, don't slip in bleach


-from 'Ragdoll$ & Riche$”
― Casey Renee Kiser, Confessions of a D3AD Petal

“She walked under the sun that browned her skin and let the wind brush her hair, let the sea lick her fingers鈥� - In regards to Klaya.”
― Kris Faatz, Fourteen Stones

“As each letter unfolds inside her mind, she frames it in the palace of her memory.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“I sing myself out to you, and my talons clutch the branch, and I am wrung out until your next letter gives me breath, fills me to bursting.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“So, a little desperate and surprisingly inspired, I bought a cap. Not just any cap. I picked one with a bright-gold visor, a gold button at the top, a crown of navy blue, an American flag on the left temple, and鈥攐n the forehead emblem鈥攁 spread-winged eagle over a rising sun and a red-and-green tractor-trailer and the white letters 鈥淎merica鈥� Spirit of Freedom.鈥� On the back, over my cerebellum, was a starred banner in blue, white, red, green, and gold that said 鈥淐arnesville, GA Petro.鈥� I put on that hat and disappeared. The glances died like flies. I could sit anywhere, from Carnesville to Tacoma. In Candler, North Carolina, while Ainsworth was outside fuelling the truck, I sat inside in my freedom hat saying 鈥淏iscuits and gravy鈥� to a waitress. She went 鈥淥ooooo wheeeee鈥� and I thought my cover wasn鈥檛 working, but a trucker passing her had slipped his hand between the cheeks of her buttocks, and she did not stop writing.”
― John McPhee, Uncommon Carriers

“Moody would never remember crossing the street, or propping his bike in the front walkway, or introducing himself. So it would feel to him that he had always known her name, and that she had always known his, that somehow, he and Pearl had known each other always.”
― Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere

“She looked at him fiercely, almost a glare, and Moody saw that her eyes, which he鈥檇 thought were hazel, were a deep jade green. At that moment Moody had a sudden clear understanding of what had already happened that morning: his life had been divided into a before and an after, and he would always be comparing the two.”
― Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere

“That a burnt child loves the fire.'

'I am not even singed. My wings are untouched.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Doran Gray

“Bad Trash
( I Don't Like the Sound of That)

Runs in the family
R u n s in the f a m i l y-
No, that's an atrocity
you won't hear from me

I don't like the sound of that
Not lyin' in a mouse trap-
I'm a mofo' sassy cat
I don't clean no d i r t y rat

No, not my reality
Said not M Y reality-
Don't shine shit in front of me
and call it my reality!

I don't like the sound of that
Cruel intentions get tires flat

I say what will shine for me
I say what will bleed for me
I call out the trash to me
Bad trash always dies for me

Clawed out my own reality
The top from the back alley
I don't run in the family
I run far from the alley

Calling all my sour soulmates-
Recovering a l l e y c a ts
You all clean up so good now
No bad, bad trash, just LoVe pats!










No bad trash, just LoVe pats”
― Casey Renee Kiser, Confessions of a D3AD Petal

“螒位位维 畏 蔚蟺委渭慰谓畏 蟺蟻慰蟽魏蠈位位畏蟽畏 伪蠀蟿蠋谓 蟿蠅谓 蠁蟿蠅蠂蠋谓 伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺蠅谓 蟽蟿慰 尾蟻维蠂慰 蟺慰蠀 蟿慰蠀蟼 苇蟻喂尉蔚 畏 蟿蠉蠂畏 蠈蟿伪谓 苇蟽蟺蔚蟻谓蔚 蟺蟻委纬魏喂蟺蔚蟼 伪蟺慰未蠋 魏伪喂 未慰蠉魏喂蟽蟽蔚蟼 伪蟺慰魏蔚委, 伪蠀蟿萎 畏 胃伪蟻蟻伪位苇伪 蔚纬魏伪蟿维位蔚喂蠄畏 蟽蔚 渭喂伪 味蠅萎 蠈位慰 渭蠈蠂胃慰, 伪蠀蟿萎 畏 蟺委蟽蟿畏 蟿畏蟼 慰喂魏慰纬苇谓蔚喂伪蟼 蟺慰蠀 伪谓蟿伪谓伪魏位维蟿伪喂 蟽蟿慰 蔚蟺维纬纬蔚位渭伪, 蟽蟿慰 蟽蟺委蟿喂 魏伪喂 蟽蟿喂蟼 蟺苇蟿蟻蔚蟼 蟺慰蠀 蟿慰 蟺蔚蟻喂蟿蟻喂纬蠀蟻委味慰蠀谓, 渭慰蠀 渭慰喂维味慰蠀谓 蟺蟻维纬渭伪蟿伪 蟽慰尾伪蟻蠈蟿伪蟿伪 魏伪喂 蟺慰位蠉 蟽蔚尾伪蟽蟿维. 螠慰蠀 蠁伪委谓蔚蟿伪喂 蠈蟿喂 慰喂 伪谓畏蟽蠀蠂委蔚蟼 蔚谓蠈蟼 蟺蔚蟻喂蟺位伪谓蠋渭蔚谓慰蠀 蟺谓蔚蠉渭伪蟿慰蟼 胃伪 伪蟺慰魏慰喂渭慰蠉谓蟿伪谓 纬位蠀魏维 渭苇蟽伪 蟽蟿畏 纬伪位萎谓畏 伪蠀蟿蠋谓 蟿蠅谓 萎蟺喂蠅谓, 伪蟺位蠋谓 蟽蠀谓伪喂蟽胃畏渭维蟿蠅谓 蟺慰蠀 魏位畏蟻慰未慰蟿慰蠉谓蟿伪喂 萎蟽蠀蠂伪 魏伪喂 伪渭蔚蟿维尾位畏蟿伪 伪蟺蠈 纬蔚谓喂维 蟽蔚 纬蔚谓喂维.”
― Giovanni Verga, Vita dei campi

“only said you loved me
one time i cornered you...
now i understand
only want the tightest hand
to just let go,
yeah, letting you go, go, go
ready, set, go
ready, set, go
ready, set, GO!!!

Now, I'm racing so slow!
Snails RRR running the show!
At my own pace, LET GO!
Said, pour another, Moe,
I'm just tryin' to let go...”
― Casey Renee Kiser, Altered States of the Unflinching Souls

“Remember my heart laid bare at your feet-
you kicked it way across the Universe
Never thought I'd travel this much, I'm beat
Lip-stitched, still smile and wave from the hearse”
― Casey Renee Kiser, Altered States of the Unflinching Souls

“Ernestina
waves her
hands while
telling us
stories,
as if she鈥檚
sewing
her words
into the air.”
― Gume Laurel III, Solar Punks

“Look into his
brown eyes.
They remind me of
soil after fresh rain.
Hungry for seeds
to, in time,
grow a harvest.”
― Gume Laurel III, Solar Punks

“Life shouldn't stop just when it's getting started.”
― K.R. Gadeken, Space Station