January 2011
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language.
And next year’s words...
– T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding (via cavesoflilith)
I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.
– Vincent van Gogh (via nickelcobalt)
December 2010
The descent beckons
as the ascent beckoned.
– William Carlos Williams, The Descent, epigraph from City of Bones by Cassandra Clare (via epigraphic)