Passing passages

American Journalist: Hello, they said you were on the beach. Thank you for granting this interview. Edith Piaf: My pleasure. American Journalist: It’s odd to see you so far from Paris. Edith Piaf: I’m never far from Paris. American Journalist: I’ve a list of questions. Answer whatever comes to mind. Well…what’s you favorite color? Edith Piaf: Blue American Journalist: What’s your favorite dish? Edith Piaf: Pot Roast. American Journalist: Would you agree to live a sensible life? Edith Piaf: It is already the case American Journalist: Who are your most faithful friends? Edith Piaf: My true friends are my most faithful. American Journalist: If you could no longer sing…? Edith Piaf: …I could no longer live. American Journalist: Are you afraid of death? Edith Piaf: Less than solitude. American Journalist: Do you pray? Edith Piaf: Yes, because I believe in love. American Journalist: What is your fondest career memory? Edith Piaf: Every time the curtain

That day, for no particular reason, I decided to go for a little run. So I ran to the end of the road. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd run to the end of town. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd just run across Greenbow County. And I figured, since I run this far, maybe I'd just run across the great state of Alabama. And that's what I did. I ran clear across Alabama. For no particular reason I just kept on going. I ran clear to the ocean. And when I got there, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well turn around, just keep on going. When I got to another ocean, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well just turn back, keep right on going. ~ Forrest Gump (The Film, 1994)

Jenny: Were you scared in Vietnam? Forrest: Yes. Well, I-I don't know. Sometimes it would stop raining long enough for the stars to come out... and then it was nice. It was like just before the sun goes to bed down on the bayou. There was always a million sparkles on the water... like that mountain lake. It was so clear, Jenny, it looked like there were two skies one on top of the other. And then in the desert, when the sun comes up, I couldn't tell where heaven stopped and the earth began. It's so beautiful. Jenny: I wish I could've been there with you. Forrest: You were. ~ Forrest Gump (The Film, 1994)

MAUD MULLER, on a summer's day, Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health. Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee The mock-bird echoed from his tree. But when she glanced to the far-off town, White from its hill-slope looking down, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast, A wish, that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known. The Judge rode slowly down the lane, Smoothing his horse's chestnut mane. He drew his bridle in the shade Of the apple-trees, to greet the maid, And ask a draught from the spring that flowed Through the meadow across the road. She stooped where the cool spring bubbled up, And filled for him her small tin cup, And blushed as she gave it, looking down On her feet so bare, and her tattered gown. "Thanks!" said the Judge; "a sweeter draught From a fairer hand was never quaffed." He spoke of the grass and flower

"I know there are many fetters in reality, and there is very little hope. But when I look into the distance, I am not willing to turn away. This is the dream of an ordinary person, even if I cannot reach it in my lifetime. At least, it makes my eyes look at the direction of sunrise." ~Nagoya Star

Blow the Stars home, Wind, blow the Stars home Ere Morning drowns them in golden foam. ~ Eleanor Farjeon