“In my dreams I gorge on chocolates, I roll in chocolates, and their texture is not brittle but soft as flesh, like a thousand mouths on my body, devouring me in fluttering small bites. To die beneath their tender gluttony seems the culmination of every temptation I have ever known.” DreamBodySeemsDiesKnownThousandMouthsFleshTemptationChocolateBitesTextureGluttonyCulminationDevouringFlutteringGorges Book:Chocolat Source: Chocolat
“You can hit a nail on the head, or cause a machine to do so, and get a fairly predictable result. Hit a dog on the head, and it will either dodge, bite back, or die, but it will never again react in the same way. We can predict only those things we set up to be predictable, not what we encounter in the real world of living and reactive processes.” WorldWayRealDiesCausesProcessResultsDogMachinesEncountersReal WorldBitesNailsPredictableDodge Author:Bill Mollison
“on Broadway money rules. Like a host of vultures, the ticket brokers, the speculators, the craft unions, the agents, the backers, the real estate owners move in on the creative body and take their bite. The world of dreams breathes in an iron lung; and without this mechanical pumping it dies.” WorldRealDreamBodyMovingDiesCreativeTheaterUnionsBreatheCraftsAgentsOwnersIronBitesHostTicketsEstatesBroadwayLungsVultureBrokersSpeculators Book:The New York I Know Source: The New York I Know