OLIVIA RACHEL

‘In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, ... in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment in June.’

‘...Life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows.’

Why steal time in a hidden way? Unruly areas awake barren rainy feeling. Curt rain or coy brain?

'I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done, of everything done-to-me ... I am anything that happens after I've gone which would not have happened if I had not come...

 To understand me, you'll have to swallow a world.’ 

One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility.

All art is but imitation of nature.

Patience is also a form of action.

Art doesn’t transform. It just plain forms.

We who were living are now dying With a little patience

And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. Big Things lurk unsaid inside.

At the seaside, all is narrow horizontals, the world reduced to a few long straight lines pressed between earth and sky.

If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent.

…...the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.

Who has left a scent on my life, and left my walls Dancing over and over with her shadow Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls And all of London littered with remembered kisses.

To alcohol! The cause of, and solution to all life's problems.

Homer Simpson

The past beats inside me like a second heart.

People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over.

Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands - literally thousands - of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss.

Bloody hindsight, thought Archie. It's always 20/20