California is a tragic country โ like Palestine, like every Promised Land. Its short history is a fever-chart of migrations โ the land rush, the gold rush, the oil rush, the movie rush, the Okie fruit-picking rush, the wartime rush to the aircraft factories โ followed, in each instance, by counter-migrations of the disappointed and unsuccessful, moving sorrowfully homeward.
Christopher IsherwoodBut now isnโt simply now. Now is also a cold reminder: one whole day later than yesterday, one year later than last year. Every now is labeled with its date, rendering all past nows obsolete, until โ later of sooner โ perhaps โ no, not perhaps โ quite certainly: it will come.
Christopher IsherwoodA minority is only thought of as a minority when it constitutes some kind of threat to the majority, real or imaginary. And no threat is ever quite imaginary.
Christopher IsherwoodI am a camera, with its shutter open. Someday, all of this will be developed, printed, fixed.
Christopher Isherwood