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Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me … Going to bed at night saying we’ve done something wonderful … that’s what matters to me.

Nature is my religion, in a way, and I see sound as celebration of that.

You all know that there are some embarrassing truths that you can’t really escape as a politician. I’ve got a confession. I was at the same school as the party leader. There we were at this antiquated redbrick establishment … with green fields of exceptional lushness. It’s absolutely true. I was at the same north London primary school as Ed Miliband.

La Calabria, oggi, è la terra con più morti ammazzati d’Europa.

Were the murders a sign of his madness or, in fact, a desperate attempt to cope with situations that had blocked his everyday, normal madness from functioning?

The black image
Framed in silver worn to shreds by kisses
The black image
Framed in silver worn to shreds by kisses
All round the image
The white silver worn to shreds by kisses
The very metal worn to shreds by kisses
Framed in metal
The black image worn to shreds by kisses
The darkness, oh the darkness
Worn to shreds by kisses
The darkness in our eyes
Worn to shreds by kisses
All we wished for
Worn to shreds by kisses
All we never wished for
Kissed and worn to shreds by kisses
All we escaped
Worn to shreds by kisses
All we wish for
Kissed and kissed again

Gunnar Ekelöf

Meditation is effective, I fear. I am in danger of turning into a rug. I am in danger of being happy.

From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, “Look at that, you son of a bitch.”