Wednesday, November 30, 2011

“I discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in the right style, was not the well-deserved reward of an ordered mind but just the opposite: a complete system of pretense invented by me to hide the disorder of my nature. I discovered that I am not disciplined out of virtue but as a reaction to my negligence, that I appear generous in order to conceal my meanness, that I pass myself off as prudent because I am evil-minded, that I am conciliatory in order not to succumb to my repressed rage, that I am punctual only to hide how little I care about other people’s time. I learned, in short, that love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.” 
― Gabriel García MárquezMemories of My Melancholy Whores

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Adaline - "Say Goodbye (I Won't Even)" as heard on "Grey's Anatomy"




You and I together, we play games to get along
Jilted by forever, wide-eyed beauty far gone
But you're not there, and I don't even care
I won't even say goodbye
No, I won't even say goodbye
Oh no
Stepping on each other, you dream I have a different face
Defeated by my cover, different legs stand in my place
But you still stare, and I don't even care