15:28"

“That’s right! The sum of the factors of 220 is 284, and the sum of the factors of 284 is 220. They’re called ‘amicable numbers,’ and they’re extremely rare. Fermat and Descartes were only able to find one pair each. They’re linked to each other by some divine scheme, and how incredible that your birthday and this number on my watch should be just such a pair.”

/

The Professor was reading the note clipped in the most prominent spot on his jacket, the one he could never avoid seeing as he got dressed. “My memory lasts only eighty minutes.” I sat down on the edge of the bed, unsure whether there was anything more I could do for him. My mistake had been the simplest one—and perhaps the most fatal. Every morning, when the Professor woke up, a note in his own hand reminded him of his affliction, and that the dreams he’d dreamed were not last night’s but those of some night in the distant past back when his memory had ended—it was as though yesterday had never happened. The Professor who had shielded Root from the foul ball last night was gone. Somehow, I had never quite understood what it meant for him to wake up alone each morning to this cruel revelation.

“I’m your housekeeper,” I said, when the sobs had subsided for a moment. “I’m here to help you.” He looked up at me through his tears. “My son will come this evening. We call him Root, because his head is flat. You gave him that name.” I pointed to the picture of me on his jacket, grateful it had survived the bus ride home from the ballpark.

“When is your birthday?” he said. His voice was weak from the fever, but I was relieved to hear a sound other than sobbing.

“February twentieth,” I said. “It’s an amicable number, 220, good friends with 284.”

"

22:23

#the go! team #music #lyrics 

the go! team - huddle formation

keeping my head up

22:17"

“Are they coming back already?” demanded the little prince.

“These are not the same ones,” said the switchman. “It is an exchange.”

“Were they not satisfied where they were?” asked the little prince.

“No one is ever satisfied where he is,” said the switchman.

" — The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

22:16"The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! I ought to have judged by deeds and not by words. She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her… I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her…" — The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

22:13"It’s a bore, but the answer, is good things only happen to you if you’re good. Good? Honest is more what I mean. Not law-type honest — I’d rob a grave, I’d steal two-bits off a dead man’s eyes if I thought it would contribute to the day’s enjoyment — but unto-thyself-type honest. Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I’d rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. Which isn’t being pious. Just practical. Cancer may cool you, but the other’s sure to. Oh, screw it, cookie — hand me my guitar, and I’ll sing you a fada in the most perfect Portuguese." — Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Truman Capote

15:02"

“Fred’s that boy upstairs? I didn’t realize he was a soldier. But he does look stupid.”

“Yearning. Not stupid. He wants awfully to be on the inside staring out: anybody with their nose pressed against a glass is liable to look stupid…”

" — Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Truman Capote

14:40"I have a very strong affinity for them. They’re my parents, I mean, and we’re all part of each other’s harmony and everything,” Teddy said. “I want them to have a nice time while they’re alive, because they like having a nice time … But they don’t love me and Booper—that’s my sister—that way. I mean they don’t seem able to love us just the way we are. They don’t seem able to love us unless they can keep changing us a little bit.They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more. It’s not so good, that way.” He turned toward Nicholson again, sitting slightly forward. “Do you have the time, please?” he asked. “I have a swimming lesson at ten-thirty." — “Teddy”, J.D. Salinger

14:38"Though his speaking voice was, in the usual connotation, well bred, it carried considerably more than adequately, as though he had some sort of understanding with himself that anything he had to say would sound pretty much all right—intelligent, literate, even amusing or stimulating—either from Teddy’s vantage point or from that of the people in the row behind, if they were listening. He looked obliquely down at Teddy, and smiled. “How are you and the weather?” he asked. His smile was not unpersonable, but it was social, or conversational, and related back, however indirectly, to his own ego." — “Teddy”, J.D. Salinger

13:14

#Björk #music #lyrics 

björk - hyperballad

we live on a mountain, right at the top. there’s a beautiful view from the top of the mountain. every morning I walk towards the edge, and throw little things off, like car parts, bottles and cutlery, or whatever I find lying around. it’s become a habit, a way to start the day

I go through all this before you wake up, so I can feel happier to be safe up here with you

it’s real early morning, no one is awake. I’m back at my cliff, still throwing things off. I listen to the sounds they make on their way down. I follow them with my eyes till they crash, imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks. when it lands, will my eyes be closed or open?

I go through all this before you wake up, so I can feel happier to be safe up here with you

18:15

#jeff buckley #music #lyrics 

jeff buckley - lover, you should’ve come over

and maybe I’m too young, to keep good love from going wrong. but tonight, you’re on my mind so you never know…

too young to hold on / too old to just break free and run

always