It’s probably not just by chance that I’m alone. It would be very hard for a man to live with me, unless he’s terribly strong. And if he’s stronger than I, I’m the one who can’t live with him. … I’m neither smart nor stupid, but I don’t think I’m a run-of-the-mill person. I’ve been in business without being a businesswoman, I’ve loved without being a woman made only for love. The two men I’ve loved, I think, will remember me, on earth or in heaven, because men always remember a woman who caused them concern and uneasiness. I’ve done my best, in regard to people and to life, without precepts, but with a taste for justice.
It’s quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don’t do it.
Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption: A Story from Different Seasons
Nights do not have to end at 4AM to be good ones. If you have the right friends, right atmosphere , right minds and wonder filled hearts, the evening can finish at five, and everything will feel in place.
Jack Sparrow didn’t remember a time when he hadn’t been able to swim. […] One of the stories often repeated about him was about the time an old pirate had asked him where he’d learned to dive and swim so well, and the five-year old Jack had responded solemnly, “The mermaids taught me.