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4th Sep, 2008

Security isn't found in a house, only shelter from the elements.

Survival Count: A Personal Journey Towards Conservation, by Gwen Moffat.

3rd Sep, 2008

How long does it take to instil a sense of beauty? Does everyone carry a latent ability which starts with ethics and ends with appreciation of an elemental world where there can be no evil: no blame and only consequences?

Survival Count: A Personal Journey Towards Conservation, by Gwen Moffat.

21st Aug, 2008

The trees grow tall in the forest of my dreams.
They whisper and caress, intertwined by quiet streams.
Guide me, gentle light; silver moon on this dark night
While leaves sing love songs to me.

The rain comes down in the forest of my dreams.
Through the mist I glimpse velvet, verdant green.
Wash away my tears, all the lost and lonely years
While the leaves sing love songs to me.

My heart's desire dwells in the forest of my dreams.
My soul moves with his form through the shadows of the trees.
The spirit of Pan in the body of a man;
And the leaves sing love songs to me.

page 165, Ten Thousand Sorrows: The Extraordinary Journey of a Korean War Orphan by Elizabeth Kim

21st Aug, 2008

In my dying there could be an awakening
Or in my dying there could be just dying.
The problem is I have no way to know
And I want to know everything.
Like what's inside the shining center of my soul
And whether anyone loves me
And what's beyond the realm of dreams
And what small creatures think about
And if I'm worth the pain I cause myself.
This moment passes just like the last
And the next is forgotten at it's birth.


page 138, Ten Thousand Sorrows: The Extraordinary Journey of a Korean War Orphan by Elizabeth Kim
I'm halfway through the beautifully written, yet heart breaking Ten Thousand Sorrows, by Elizabeth Kim. I have a feeling it's going to be one of those books which earn a place in my heart forever, despite the fact that I keep shaking my head in disbelief every couple of pages. I also think it may prove inspirational and even humorous in places! Keep a box of tissues handy if you choose to read this incredible memoir.
Every fairy tale offers the potential to surpass present limits, so in a sense the fairy tale offers you freedoms that reality denies. In all great works of fiction, regardless of the grim reality they present, there is an affirmation of life against the transience of that life, an essential defiance.

page 47, Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books by Azar Nafisi
I think sometimes that our national obsession with sex ... is really nothing more than a profound spiritual longing in disguise: the desire to exhaust all other desires and feel loved and sated, at peace with our fragmented modern selves, linked to those around us. At peace, at rest.

page 19, Breakfast with Buddha: A Novel, by Roland Merullo.
You ask a certain question again and again, in a sincere fashion, and the answer appears. But, in my experience, at least, that answer arrives according to its own mysterious celestial timing, and often in disguise. And it comes in a way you're not prepared for, or don't want, or can't, at first, accept.

page 5, Breakfast with Buddha: A Novel, by Roland Merullo.
My wife and children and I had a comfortable life, really a suberbly satisfying life: nice house, two cars, restaurant meals, love, peace, mutual support. Any yet, from time to time a gust of uneasiness would blow through the back rooms of my mind, as if a window had been left open there and a storm had come through and my neatly stacked pages of notes on being human had blown off the desk.

page 2, Breakfast with Buddha: A Novel, by Roland Merullo.
'Love is horrible! It's stupid!'

Matilda, for the first time in such a long time, remembering everything so clearly, thought she might die smiling ... 'You're right,' she said. 'Love can be horrible for those who aren't in it. Sometimes it's even horrible for those who are. Love isn't always a good thing, or even a happy thing. Sometimes it's the very worst thing that can happen. But love is like moonlight or thunder, or rain on a tin roof in the middle of the night: it is one of the things in life that is truly worth knowing.'


page 57, The Ghost's Child by Sonya Hartnett.

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