As we mature and grow older we collect a lot of baggage, and a lot of that stuff you collect on life's journey gets in the way of acting. My kids can imagine a character and transform in the blink of an eye. It's so simple for kids, so complex for ad...
It can get a little costly if you try and leave it until then to write songs. But you're writing all the time. You're collecting songs. I've had songs that have been collected over a two-year period for my next record.
My first collection was made from sheets that my grandmother, who lived in Normandy, had been collecting for a long time. There are a lot of flea markets in that part of France, and she knew what I liked.
The habit of collecting, of attachment to things, is an essential human trait. But Western civilization put collecting on a pedestal by inventing museums. Museums are about representing power. It could be the king's power or, later, people's power.
Absolutely, I grew up listening to soul music. People like Stevie, Aretha, Ray Charles, Michael and Prince. My parents' record collection was all I had when I was a little kid. If it wasn't that, it was something else in their collection.
This assumption of the intrinsically repressive nature of collective experience and redemptive power of individuation is a staple of contemporary art theory and criticism. I would argue that a closer analysis of collaborative and collective art pract...
Other times when I hear the wind blow I feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.
It’s an already inside outside, The philosophers say it’s the soul But it’s not the soul: it’s the animal or the man itself In its way of existing.
She was—of course—perfectly normal— quiet and polite and reasonably intelligent and...normal and self destructive and lonely and terrified of every thing And she loved Disaster—
I can talk for a long time only when it's about something boring.
Every serious novel is, beyond its immediate thematic preoccupations, a discussion of the craft, a conquest of the form, a conflict with its difficulties and a pursuit of its felicities and beauty.
He was no stranger to compassion: his heart was open to many good impulses, though his rank often prevented their manifestation.
In the end, perfection is just a concept - an impossibility we use to torture ourselves and that contradicts nature.
Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
I like to have a martini, Two at the very most. After three I'm under the table, after four I'm under my host.
We have all been expelled from the Garden, but the ones who suffer most in exile are those who are still permitted to dream of perfection.
Sugar cane reach up to God And every baby crying Shame the blanket of my night And all my days are dying
I had my own bed. I slept in it alone, except for those times when we needed—not sex—but sex was how we got there.
The thing that seemed like silence must have been the endless cry of all the crickets and locusts in the world, rising and falling. ("The Wide Net")
You are a story worthy of being told, A person made to be loved, With a life meant to be lived.
From the standpoint of what eternity is it better to have read a thousand books than to have ploughed a million furrows?
