Remember who you are and what you stand for.

The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover (1989)
"Leave me something to eat."

"I was anxious for the dispersal of the fixed constellations, that dirty luminous propaganda..."

The Pillow Book (1996)

Hopscotch, Julio Cortázar

venus square uranus

Belly of an Architect (1987)

"but once again I imposed the false order that hides chaos, pretending that I was dedicated to a profound existence while all the time it was one that barely dipped its toe into the terrible waters. ...I describe and define and desire those rivers, but she swims in them. I look for them, find them, observe them from the bridge, but she swims in them. ... 

... let the execution be quick, quickly back to the false order of being alone and recovering one's self-sufficiency, self-knowledge, self-awareness."

Hopscotch, Julio Cortázar

"'I'm walking back and forth in an apartment whose floor is tiled with flat stones and one of these stones is the exact spot where I ought to stop so that everything would come into its proper focus.'"

Rain Man (1988)

"guided by the nighttime signs, following routes ...of an attic lit up in the darkness of a street's end"

"Seated in a café they carefully reconstructed their routes, the quick changes, trying to find some telepathic explanation and always failing, and yet they had met in that labyrinth of streets, they almost always met and they laughed wildly, certain of some enriching power. Oliveira was fascinated by La Maga's store of nonsense, her calm disdain for the simplest calculation. What for him had been analysis of probabilities, choice, or simply faith in himself as a dowser, for her was simple chance. ...Thus they went along, Punch and Judy, attracting each other and repelling, as love must do if it is not to end up as calendar art or a pop tune. But love, that word..."

Hopscotch, Julio Cortázar

"'Don't learn any stupid facts,' he would advise her. 'Why wear glasses if you don't need them?'"

Rocky (1976)

Hopscotch, Julio Cortázar

"and always an alarm clock or jigsaw puzzle hidden in the wrong place"

"She stands in the middle of the desert like a rock made of camphor... Everything is out of proportion--hands, feet, thighs, ankles. She's an equestrian statue without the horse, a fountain of flesh worn away to a mammoth egg. Out of the ballroom of flesh her body sings like iron. Girl of my dreams, what a splendid cage you make!"

"Into the Night Life..." Black Spring, Henry Miller