I’ve never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern is my inner life. Fernando Pessoa.
I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don’t want virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones. George Orwell. 1984.
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. T.S.Eliot