The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this:

A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death.

Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.


—Pearl S. Buck—

February 7, 2010

March 20, 2008, 12:37 AM

am fost la libraria japoneza. eu credeam ca e ceva librarioara micuta da era mare, pe 2 nivele chiar, pt cat de nisa e. am gasit drop dead cute da nu mi-a placut grozav. erau in ea, totusi, niste desenase cu un elefantel imens, ghi ghi, in chilotei cu tot felul de imprimeuri de fetita, cu ciresele si cizmulite si fluturasi. era asa natang si simpatic. mi-am luat aya takano, tokyo space diary, jumate BD jumate poze cu picturi de-ale ei. o sa aiba expo in paris la perrotin. abia astept.

aveau si carticele cu totoro. asa fumoase! pentru fetite!

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apoi m-am plimbat prin ploaie si am intrat intr-o cafenea si m-am uitat prin carticele pe care le-am luat. m-am simtit hepi cu mine. mi se intampla tot mai des in ultima vreme.
si mi-am terminat cartea... henry si june. imi pare rau ca am terminat-o. niciodata nu mi-a parut asa rau cand am terminat o carte.

pe tine te simt distant. trist. mi-ai scris distant.
ca si anais nu pot trai fara dragoste. in jurul iubirii se invarte totul pt mine. se pare ca asa sunt. nu pot respira in neliniste, desi probabil am nevoie de ea. dar nu suport dozele mari. ma sugruma.

noapte buna

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