Yeah, who cares who lives or dies in prison? We read the names in the morning paper and they mean nothing to us. They're faceless. Truth is, we don't wanna put a face on 'em. We don't want to know who they really are. Because then it might hit too close to home, and home is what it's all about, right? Ma...king a home no matter where you are, no matter who you are. At the end of the day, everybody wants somewhere to rest, somewhere to lay their bones, even if it's in a land called Oz. Yeah, like Dorothy says when she wakes up in her own bed back at Aunt Em's, "There's no place like home." There's no fucking place like home.
~Augustus Hill, OZ
Showing posts with label home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label home. Show all posts
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Home is behind
Home is behind, the world ahead... And there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight... Mist and shadow, cloud and shade, all shall fade... all... shall... fade...
~Pippin, song from Lord of the Rings
~Pippin, song from Lord of the Rings
Monday, October 12, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
I love cats
"I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul."
-Jean Cocteau
-Jean Cocteau
Monday, December 15, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Unfettered at last
Unfettered at last, a traveling monk,
I pass the old Zen barrier.
Mine is a traceless stream-and-cloud life,
Of these mountains, which shall be my home?
~Manan
I pass the old Zen barrier.
Mine is a traceless stream-and-cloud life,
Of these mountains, which shall be my home?
~Manan
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
There is
There is an Indian belief that everyone is in a house of four rooms: A physical, a mental, an emotional and a spiritual. Most of us tend to live in one room most of the time, but unless we go into every room everyday, even if only to keep it aired, we are not complete.
~Rumer Godden
~Rumer Godden
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
It was a great mistake
It was a great mistake my being born a man. I would have been much more successful as a sea-gull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want, is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must always be a little in love with death.
- Edmund, from Eugene O'Neill Play,
"Long Day's Journey Into Night."
- Edmund, from Eugene O'Neill Play,
"Long Day's Journey Into Night."
Sunday, May 13, 2007
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