It would be both an identical work of art only by virtue of its difference. The same but different, he suggested, like twins.
He showed videotape of himself committing acts of self-violence and informing news crews that he had been assaulted by a marauding mob of irate art historians.
Because he believed in himself, he believed what he did was important. Or maybe it was the other way around.
There’s no such thing as probability," she says, slowly, with minimal movement of her jaw. "Things turn out the way they do.
The only simple truth is that there is nothing simple in this complex universe. Everything relates. Everything connects
Sometimes a butterfly flaps its wings and the weather turns out fine.
Being gay is not just what I do, but who I am. It is part of how I choose to live my life even if I never chose.
I’ve often been criticised, but never critically wounded
Grief denied will surface in borrowed clothes, the mad, sad clothes of paranoia, fear or loneliness
The future is certain. It is just not known.
You need to bridge the gap between reality and freedom. Drugs are the bridge.
You inherit your environment just as much as your genes.
You know, sometimes I even envy myself.
He’s a typical existentialist. And that’s a contradiction in terms if ever there was one.
It is a matter of mere coincidence that there is often a real individual who corresponds with a celebrity, signifies them.
He did it because he could not help himself, which explains everything and nothing
So, my sweet, did it put the fun into funeral?
All life is preoccupied with death. Death is the only certain future. Yet in the face of reason, everyone holds out hope for the highly improbable.
Genes do not make an individual homosexual. They play their part, but so does the rest of the universe.
The bacteria of resentment bred: distance turned to distrust; distrust turned to bitterness; bitterness to hate, which is, after all, a kind of grievous love
