Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless...source
Friday, April 27, 2012
Brandon Lee
In an interview just prior to his death, Lee quoted a passage from
Paul Bowles'
book The Sheltering Sky
that he had chosen for his wedding invitations; it is now inscribed on his tombstone:
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