Enrique Simonet - Anatomy of the Heart

“I love the smell of ocean water. Salt always smells like memory.”

 

“O Melancholy, linger here awhile!
O Music, Music, breathe despondingly!
O Echo, Echo, from some sombre isle,
Unknown, Lethean, sigh to us—O sigh!
Spirits in grief, lift up your heads, and smile;
Lift up your heads, sweet Spirits, heavily,
And make a pale light in your cypress glooms,
Tinting with silver wan your marble tombs.”

—	John Keats, Isabella

 

“as if he had reached for the moment some interval of sanity such as the mad know, just as the sane have intervals of madness to keep them aware that they are sane.”

—	William Faulkner, Absalom, Absalom!