John​ Chang Photography

  • The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena.  Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.  Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot.  How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.  Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. 

                                                                            – Carl  Sagan

  • In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.    

                                                                            – Milan Kundera, Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • The humble histories of hearts cannot be brushed aside forever by the great events of nations.

                                                                            – Milan Kundera, Life is Elsewhere

  • Is it not the love that couldn't be ours that makes fall so heart breakingly beautiful?

​                                                                                  – Garrison Keillor

  • He could not stay, which made the place immensely beautiful.

​                                                                                  – Garrison Keillor

  • At a certain point, what we call events disappear from within our memory.  The Uiko who was walking up those 105 moss-covered steps remains before my eyes.  It seems to me that she is walking up those steps eternally. 

                                                                                  – Yukio Mishima, The Temple of the Golden Pavilion

  • ​Postmodern art is an exercise in which the gesture is disconnected from the message, or even worse, has no message at all.

                                                                                  – Yehudi Mehunen, commenting on Schoenberg