Bert Evatt

“E se for meia-noite? Porque não? Podem muito bem saltar o jantar , levantar os pratos e fazer amor na sala de jantar.!”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul,
The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me,
The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate
into a new tongue.
”
― Walt Whitman

“There is no escape. You can't be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don't try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen. You are not a Greek. You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you! How much have you lied! A thousand times, even in your poems and books, you have played the harmonious man, the wise man, the happy, the enlightened man. In the same way, men attacking in war have played heroes, while their bowels twitched. My God, what a poor ape, what a fencer in the mirror man is- particularly the artist- particularly myself!”
― Hermann Hesse

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. when a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
― Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit