“Although we are necessarily concerned, in a chronicle of events, with physical action by the light of day, history suggests that the human spirit wanders farthest in the silent hours between midnight and dawn. Those dark fruitful hours, seldom recorded, whose secret flowerings breed peace and war, loves and hates, the crowning or uncrowning of heads.” HumansWarLightActionSpiritHateHoursDarkSecretEventsConcernedSilentWanderDawnMidnightHuman SpiritLove And HateFloweringChroniclesWar Love Book:Picnic at Hanging Rock Source: Picnic at Hanging Rock
“This kind of internal "telepathic" intercourse, which was to serve me in all my wanderings, was at first difficult, innefective, and painful. But in time I came to be able to live through the experiences of my host with vividness and accuracy, while yet preserving my own individuality, my own critical intelligence, my own desires and fears. Only when the other had come to realize my presence within him could he, by a special act of volition, keep particular thoughts secret from me.” FirstsKindAbleDesireDifficultRealizingMy OwnSecretSpecialParticularIndividualityPainfulCriticalWanderInternalsHostIntercourseAccuracyVolitionVividness Book:Star Maker Source: Star Maker
“With Urban Secrets, I just really liked the idea of wandering around chatting to people.” PeopleIdeasSecretWanderUrbanChattingWandering Around Author:Alan Cumming