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People living deeply have no fear of death.

— Anais Nin

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Bob Marley – Live in Santa Barbara

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“When I was a younger man, art was a lonely thing. No galleries, no
collectors, no critics, no money. Yet, it was a golden age, for we all
had nothing to lose and a vision to gain. Today it is not quite the
same. It is a time of tons of verbiage, activity, consumption. Which
condition is better for the world at large I shall not venture to
discuss. But I do know, that many of those who are driven to this life
are desperately searching for those pockets of silence where we can root
and grow. We must all hope we find them.”

Untitled (1963) by Mark Rothko

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“The light is different in September—the last of the summer sun casts interesting shadows,” says Malika Favre, a London-based French artist, on her cover for this week’s Style Issue. Read more about the cover story here. 

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Sonny and my father always said that when I get older I would understand. Well, I finally did. I learned something from these two men. I learned to give love and get love unconditionally. You just have to accept people for what they are, and I learned the greatest gift of all. The saddest thing in life is wasted talent, and the choices that you make will shape your life forever. But you can ask anybody from my neighborhood, and they’ll just tell you this is just another Bronx tale.

— Calogero ‘C’ Anello [as C walks out of Sonny’s funeral]

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I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

— Virginia Woolf

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“The only difference between a madman and myself is that I am not mad.”

The Persistence of Memory. 1931. Oil on canvas, 9 ½ x 13”
(24.1 x 33 cm) by Salvador Dalí

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Perhaps the lotus can explain things even better than I. The way they sink themselves into the mud, and then resist orange blight. The lotus thrives on imperfect growing conditions, even using the dark as a time to harbor energy. The lotus always seems to muster up enough energy to toss a bloom out to us. It is as if the lotus flower waves a flag saying, “here I am enjoy me”. Perhaps the lotus can explain things even better than I, and perhaps you can understand if you will just listen close enough to its whisper. Grow where you are. Never waste the sun, but don’t waste the dark either. Use what you have. Show your stuff when you feel like it, but only to someone who will appreciate it. Most important of all, perfection is make believe.

The Sensual Starfish  (via thesensualstarfish)