Oj, är det när...

This woman is Pocahontas. She is Athena and Hera. Lying in this messy, unmade bed, eyes closed, this is Juliet Capulet. Blanche DuBois. Scarlett O’Hara. With ministrations of lipstick and eyeliner I give birth to Ophelia. To Marie Antoinette. Over the next trip of the larger hand around the face of the bedside clock, I give form to Lucrezia Borgia. Taking shape at my fingertips, my touches of foundation and blush, here is Jocasta. Lying here, Lady Windermere. Opening her eyes, Cleopatra. Given flesh, a smile, swinging her sculpted legs off one side of the bed, this is Helen of Troy. Yawning and stretching, here is every beautiful woman across history.

Chuck Palahniuk, Tell-All 

Vivre!

La joie de vivre

När det blir

Lite som det är med kärleksaffärer, de glöms bort en stund en dag eller två ibland. Men det är mest för att vi ska kunna blossa upp ordentligt sen när vi ses. När beröring blir handgriplighet, när läppar snuddar och sen blir kyssar, när vi blir i varandra.

Love in the time of Cholera

"To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so diffrent from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heals on the pavment stones, why no one else´s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not dare approach her for ear of destroying the spell."

Gabriel Garci a Márquez

Grönt ljus