Vanna Bonta
Novelist, poet and actress.
Stella, I never knew you but here I am, in your room, a week after your death. ... I thought of you, Stella, and wondered if you watched your moments, or if they all snuck by. I whispered your name into the day, carried on for you in reverence, and I felt you rest and continue the smile.
The people knew what had made them human. It was not their shortcomings, but their hearts.
I was inexpressibly struck, overtaken by chills, the likes of which I have not felt since the time I studied Sylvia Plath. Vanna Bonta is an important discovery.
Fame is not the glory; virtue is the goal, and Fame only a messenger to bring more to the fold.
Our trust exchanged dependency.
As people become more aware of this universe as a quantum universe, it will embrace things like holographic entertainment experiences. Already, virtual reality and virtual interaction are an element of quantum fiction.
Her countenance was like a newborn's, just taking everything in without filter or defense.
Your heart is the beacon, your heart is the storm. Dare to embrace it; you'll never be torn.
The 2suit is a utilitarian garment that functions by itself as a flight suit, and can unzip or attach with velcro and attach to a partner's suit with very lightweight fabric inside that can expand.
Pay me for my work, but I don't do it for the money.
Sex in space is not about going somewhere else to have sex; it's ultimately about expanding beyond our immediate neighborhood, into a Universe to which we belong.
Human forms are perpetuated through sex, and sex also perpetuates human consciousness.
Unfamiliar environments heighten adrenalin, which might work for stimulating excitement or against totally relaxing into any kind of intimacy.
How do we define consciousness, or what has been called the human soul or the spirit, if it can't be quantified as matter or a particle? ... it can be quantified or observed just by a process of elimination.
I love the sound of those engines.
When confidence in the power to create is obscured, greed sets in, for greed is nothing but the loss of confidence in one’s own ability to create.
Popularity is not an indication of quality.
When we can build something like the Hubble telescope and fathom images of this vast cosmos of which we are a part, it really gives pause to wonder what and who we are within a larger framework than linear adventures at the shopping mall and taxes.
Poetry emulates the Cosmos perhaps because the Cosmos itself is the grandest conceivable example of rhythm, rhyme, harmony and concinnity.