Basic Account, Created on 24 September 2005 (#8369927), Last updated on 13 August 2013 [Gift]
Frightening, isn't it? ^ Yes, well that's just how it is. I'm not complicated, but I have a need for thouroughness and details that would make it seem so. I would like to have the consistency autobiographies call for, but I change my mind too frequently for such things. I guarantee that even this small area will change continuously - if not to nitpick at its content or punctuation then to make the paragraphs appear more balanced because I am ridiculous for those sorts of things.
|. . . beauty, independence, knowledge, growth, honor, creativity, but above all things I seek WISDOM and - |
–noun, plural -ties. freedom from deceit, hypocrisy, or duplicity; probity in intention or in communicating; earnestness.
|.OWLSANDFULLMOONS|| "Tell me one last thing," said Harry. "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?"|
Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry's ears even though the bright mist was descending again, obscuring his figure.
"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"
| "Who am I? I am who I say I am and tomorrow someone else entirely. You are too nostalgic, you want memory to secure you, console you. The past is a bore. What matters is only oneself and what one creates from what one has learned. Imagination uses what it needs and discards the rest -- where you want to erect a museum. Don't hoard the past, Astrid. Don't cherish anything. Burn it. The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge." ||LARRY: Well put me out of my misery. Do you desire me, because I'm being pretty fucking honest about my feelings for you?|
ALICE: Your feelings?
ALICE: No, I don't desire you.
LARRY: Thank you. Thank you sincerely for your honesty.
LARRY: You think you haven't given anything of yourselves. You think because you don't love us or desire us or even like us, you think you've won.
ALICE: It's not a war.
| "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.|
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
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