Posted on May 31, 2012
“Can I buy you a martini?” he said.
“I consider myself an expert in the martini.”
I hate martinis.
“Absolutely,” I said.
“Can I buy you a martini?” he said.
“I consider myself an expert in the martini.”
I hate martinis.
“Absolutely,” I said.
Her figure is like a fruit growing at the top of a tree. She calls out to me…
Suddenly, the fruit falls, streaking through the air towards me, slicing the surface of the water like an arrow with barely a splash.
In the days before his detention, my father used to say that dancing was not something that could be taught, and he was right. The same is true of diving and writing poetry, for the best divers and poets are self-taught. Some people can spend their lives having lessons and still resemble stones when they hurtle through the air. They never achieve the lightness of dropping fruit.
Dai Sijie, Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress
Tea time in SF: tea, cookies, sherry (Taken with Instagram at Nob Hill Inn)
So long Golden Gate Bridge! (Taken with Instagram at Golden Gate Bridge)
Beautiful day in San Jose (Taken with Instagram at St. Joseph Church Mission)
Il faut bien que je supporte deux ou trois chenilles si je veux connaitre les papillons.
From Le Petit Prince (written by Antoine de Saint-Exupery)
(Source: myescapestrategy)