Quotes

"Experience is the extract of suffering."

- Arthur Helps




"Every harlot was a virgin once."

- William Blake




"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."

- Oscar Wilde

Interview with the Vampire

Claudia: What's happening to her?

Louis: She's dying. It happened to you too only you were too young to remember.

Claudia: But if she dies?

Louis: It's only mortal death.

Bear me no ill will, my love.

We are now even.

Claudia: What do you mean?

Louis: What died in that room
was not that woman.

What has died is the

last breath in me

that was human.

- Interview with the Vampire (script)

Ghost Song

Awake

Shake dreams for your hair

My pretty child, my sweet one.

Choose the day

And choose the sign of your day,

The day's divinity.

First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach

And a cool jeweled moon.

Couples naked race down

By its quiet side,

And we laugh like

Soft mad children

Smug in the wooly

Cotton brains of infancy.

The music and voices

Are all around us.

Choose they croon

The ancient ones,

The time has come again.

Choose now they croon

Beneath the moon

Beside an ancient lake.

Enter again the sweet forest.

Enter the hot dream

Come with us.

Everything is broken up

And dances.

Indians scattered on

Dawn's highway bleeding,

Ghosts crowd the young child's

Fragile egg-shell mind.

- Jim Morrison

The Heartless Swan

She is a swan and she makes much of her wings

she roams about in weightlessness

she belongs to the earth

Though the brightness in her face holds no illumination

her heart is slow

it does not wither it stays at flow

it is still like a stone

it breathes but merely to beat

her heart has not yet stirred

her white feathers are unsullied

She is the evening star in her own vespertine

though she herself does not notice these stars

there is no day or night dream

she is mute in the heart

she withers her own soul

Yet her body is fresh and unspoiled

free from all taint of what is lewd

her body and heart are unlaced

she swims by the lake

and in her ripples and unawares

Isis mourns for her loveless soul

she weeps for the heart she keeps

she cannot grant her the spirit

for you earn it through love

There is no longing or desire

no one that makes her heart throb

she is alone

and in the heartless swan

with her opal face and generous eyes

lies the missing spark almost livid

she notices no sky

there are no hot suns

or sanctified full moons

She does not hold the eyes

to perceive beyond the ordinary

It seems she's blind

she lacks the spirit

and she does not know

the fellow glory of love's splendor

her back is bare no baron to embrace her

She holds no need for love

and while gentlemen try to steal her heart away

she swims on by towards the sunny bay

...It was an illusion 

the kind you mistake for a dream 

A figment between a strand

of a thousand misshapen memories...

Quote

"She stands and moves within the invisible pentacle of her own virginity. She is an unbroken egg: she is a sealed vessel; she had inside her a magic space the entrance to which is shut tight with a plug of membrane; she is a closed system; she does not know how to shiver. She has the knife and is afraid of nothing."

- Angela Carter (The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories)

31st

Senses from the night

Recollecting the fragmented peaces

Like do thoughts.

A face, the mask

Flashing lights,

Darkness is welcomed.

The scent of a nocturnal flower

The leaves of autumn burned

Red aurora glows

Candles atop the window sill

Leading the way of the dead

The crescent of a moon

Like the halve of the orange

Left in the kitchen sink

Sweet; tingles the nose

Shadows storm within reflections of

Glass and water

Magic stirs the night

Wishes wished and wishes granted

Painted skin, a black cloak twirls

Children’s laughter from a fright

A masquerade throughout the night

Insanity is celebrated

Like the understanding of a child

The trees march on their parade

Yet still, yet movable

The moistened kiss from a roaming phantom

Whistles by unnoticed

They are all accompanied by spirits

All awakened by the eve of the hollow

Sweet sugar caresses the tongue

All deaf to the howling of the wolf

All numb from the blood suctioned

All blind to the living dead