#body

To my lovely starling, Maybe there are magical words that will make you understand, but if so, I do not know them. Words are your domain. I've always been better with pictures. I fear you think I am a monster. It's true I've disrupted many graves. The way I see it, the dead are dead. If, after their death, we can learn things from the about the human form - things that will increase the sum of human knowledge and the possibilities of art - what harm is that? After death, new life, new beauty. How can that be wrong? My friends and I have made use of some of the bodies as models. some we sell to surgeons who study them with the hopes of learning something about the frail mechanisms of the human body. I don't know exactly what Dottor de Gradi does in his workshop on the Rialto, and I was as surprised as you were to stumble on it. He couldn't - he wouldn't tell me if your friend's body ended up there. But he did assure me all of his work is focused solely on extending human life. I won't lie. I did it for the money as well. Don Loredan is holding a private exhibition in his palazzo tomorrow. The entry fee was quite steep but two of my paintings were accepted. This could be the beginning for me. I could find my own patrons. I could be more than just a peasant. Tommaso's assistant. So yes; a little for money. But mostly I did for the art. I don't expect these words to change how you feel. I simply want you not to see me as a monster. I don't want to be a monster. Not anymore. Not after meeting you. I know that we disrupted you dear friend's body, and for that I am deeply regretful. But if we had not done so, if I had not lingered in the San Domenico churchyard after standing guard for my friends, you and I might never have met. Meeting you is one thing I will never regret. I hope you like the painting. Consider tit a wedding gift. How stupid of me to let my heart go. It was a lovely fantasy while it lasted, though, wasn't it? Yours, Falco ↗

— Fiona Paul

#body-snatching #cassandra-caravello #falco #letter #liviana

Race, what is that? Race is a competition, somebody winning and somebody losing. Blood doesn't run in races! Come on! ↗

— Beah Richards

#come #competition #losing #race #races

I don't know, in view of the situation and the act going where it was going, I don't know, the rage did go all over the place. It went to everybody in the room. ↗

— Michael Richards

#did #everybody #go #going #i

One thing will lead to another and somebody will come up with a riff or a line or something we build from. ↗

— Johnny Rivers

#build #come #lead #line #one thing

I learned some chords and I started watching anybody I could, once I really got into it. ↗

— Johnny Rivers

#chords #could #got #i #into

Miserable is a good thing, though. If you start the day miserable, nobody else can screw up your day. ↗

— Jake Roberts

#day #else #good #good thing #miserable

A child's hope is that your father comes riding in on that white stallion and saves them. You can't make somebody love you the way you want them to love you, it's not a Leave it to Beaver type world. This isn't television. Life's a lot more cruel than that. ↗

— Jake Roberts

#child #comes #cruel #father #hope

You never know what you're getting into like some of the best experiences I've ever had have been movies that literally had a million dollar budget and everybody's eating Cheetos all day and running around without permits and trying not to get caught. ↗

— Kathleen Robertson

#around #been #best #budget #caught

If your not practicing, somebody else is, somewhere, and he'll be ready to take your job. ↗

— Brooks Robinson

#job #practicing #ready #somebody #somewhere

If a catastrophic event wipes out a large portion of House members, America needs to know this body, elected by the people, will be quickly and legally reconstituted and will continue to function. ↗

— Charles W. Pickering

#body #by the people #catastrophic #continue #elected