Art is bad when ‘you see the intent and get put off.’ (Goethe) In Tolstoy one is unaware of the intent, and sees only the thing itself. from the book, On Retranslating A Russian Classic...

I love looking up at the stars because they make me believe that some things in this world are permanent.

He’s looking at me intensely now like he can read my mind. Which of course, he can. Maybe I’m an open book, or maybe love is like a magnifying glass straight into the souls of...

Ukiwanyima watoto uhuru wa kuwa watoto leo watakuwa na uhuru wa kuwa watoto kesho.

Delaying death is one of my favorite hobbies

Watoto hawatakiwi kuchungwa kupita kiasi hasa katika kipindi hiki ambacho dunia imekata tamaa. Ukiwanyima watoto uhuru wa kuwa watoto leo watakuwa na uhuru wa kuwa watoto kesho. Uhuru utakaowanyima wakiwa wadogo watakuja kuutafuta baadaye wakiwa...

Is that me?,’ Leo said. ‘Like me–having this dream–looking at me having a dream?

Art is the uniting of the subjective with the objective,of nature with reason, of the unconscious with the conscious, and therefore art is the highest means of knowledge.

Leo resisted the urge to throw a grenade in Frank’s face. “I suppose I should know who Pelops was?””He was a prince, won his wife in a chariot race. Supposedly he started the Olympic games...

If everyone fought only for his own convictions, there would be no wars.

Thats what happens to Snow in Texas, lady. It freaking MELTS!!” Leo Valdez- The Lost Hero

if they hadn’t both been pretending, but had had what is called a heart-to-heart talk, that is, simply told each other just what they were thinking and feeling, then they would just have looked into...

Oh, yeah?” Leo growled. “Well, maybe you got the smoke, buddy, but I’ve got the fire.

I know I’m a bad bargain. But I’m begging you to have me anyway. Because I want a chance to make you as happy as you make me. I want to build a life with...

Nothing is unfixable

It’s the perfect solution. We argue all the time. We can’t stand each other. It’s like we’re already married.

Leo grabbed the neasrest thing he could find- a Porta-Potty seat- and threw it at the face. Leve me alone!

You be you and I’ll be me, today and today and today, and let’s trust the future to tomorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. let us ride our own orbits and trust that...

Her Leo, so bright, so beautiful.And in the end, so catastrophically flawed.