Bob Dylan has always sealed his decisions with the unexplainable. His motives for withholding the release of the magnificent ‘Basement Tapes’ will be as forever obscure as Brian Wilson’s reasons for the destruction of the tapes for ‘Smile.’ – Jon Landau
Leaving the world without keeping an heirloom is a degradation of the divine purpose
Leaving the world without keeping an heirloom is a degradation of the divine purpose (Michael Bassey Johnson, The Infinity Sign)
Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends
Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends (Alan Moore, Watchmen)
Beware of befriending wolves; remember, they are only loyal to their appetite
Beware of befriending wolves; remember, they are only loyal to their appetite (Matshona Dhliwayo)
If you expect nothing, you can never be disappointed
If you expect nothing, you can never be disappointed (Tonya Hurley, Homecoming)
…ever plagued by the naive hope that this timemy intuition might be mistaken..
…ever plagued by the naive hope that this timemy intuition might be mistaken… (Anna Jae)
Creation is messy. You want genius, you get madness; two sides of the same coin
Creation is messy. You want genius, you get madness; two sides of the same coin. (Steve Jobs)
Ego, being love’s kryptonite; two souls must be on the same page of humility
Ego, being love’s kryptonite; two souls must be on the same page of humility. (T.F. Hodge, From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph Over Death and Conscious Encounters with “The Divine Presence”)
God made my enemies to serve me in my absence. God made the things that conspired to destroy me feed me into the place that He was preparing for me. I am a big girl and I can handle trouble and my enemies
God made my enemies to serve me in my absence. God made the things that conspired to destroy me feed me into the place that He was preparing for me. I am a big girl and I can handle trouble and my enemies (Patience Johnson, Why Does an Orderly God Allow Disorder)
I remembered back to leo’s burial and holding your hand. I was eleven and you were six, your hand soft and small in mine. As the vicar said ‘in sure and certain hope of the resurrection of eternal life’ you turned to me, ‘I don’t want sure and certain hope I want sure and certain Bee
I remembered back to leo’s burial and holding your hand. I was eleven and you were six, your hand soft and small in mine. As the vicar said ‘in sure and certain hope of the resurrection of eternal life’ you turned to me, ‘I don’t want sure and certain hope I want sure and certain Bee (Rosamund Lupton, Sister)