…and torture myself with happy thoughts… – Terri Guillemets
Dreams are road signs along the nighttime highway of sleep. – Terri Guillemets
…and torture myself with happy thoughts… – Terri Guillemets
Dreams are road signs along the nighttime highway of sleep. – Terri Guillemets
Don’t let it be all in your head, nor all in your body. – Terri Guillemets
You left, and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness. – Terri Guillemets
Many people I know in Los Angeles believe that the Sixties ended abruptly on August 9, 1969, ended at the exact moment when word of the murders on Cielo Drive traveled like brushfire through the community, and in a sense this is true. The tension broke that day. The paranoia was fulfilled. – Joan Didion