Jessica McKamey

"“The line between inner and outer landscapes is breaking down. Earthquakes can result in seismic upheavals within the human mind.” -- William S. Burroughs"'That's exactly it,' replied Don Quixote, 'that's just how beautifully I've worked it all out -- because for a knight errant to go crazy for good reason, how much is that worth? My idea is to become a lunatic for no good reason at all" VI CH25"A masochist walked up to a sadist, and said 'Hurt me'. The sadist said 'No' and walked away." - Author Unknown “You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.”― Pema ChödrönHow sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!Here will we sit and let the sounds of musicCreep in our ears: soft stillness and the nightBecome the touches of sweet harmony.Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heavenIs thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'stBut in his motion like an angel sings,Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;Such harmony is in immortal souls;But whilst this muddy vesture of decayDoth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.-Merchant"Those who fear the imagination condemn it: something childish, they say, something monsterish, misbegotten. Not all of us dream awake. But those of us who do have no choice. "- Patricia McKillip"We perceive by means of the kaleidoscopic mirror of this life. This means that our ability to perceive is at once tyrannized by our expectations, and at war with them." —James Baldwin, The Evidence of Things Not Seen, 1985If you live to be a hundred,I want to live to bea hundred minus one day,so I never have to livewithout you.--- Winnie the Pooh"Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country." -Anais Nin, The Diaries of Anaïs Nin "It's just a box of rainI don't know who put it thereBelieve it if you need itor leave it if you dareBut it's just a box of rainor a ribbon for your hairSuch a long long time to be gone and a short time to be there "- Robert Hunter"It does not interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you ha