At Bramasole, the first secret spot that draws me outside is a stump and board bench on a high terrace overlooking the lake and valley. Before I sit down, I must bang the board against a tree to knock off all the ants. Then I'm happy. With a stunted ...
Beauty is frightening," they will tell you — Lazily you will arrange A Spanish shawl on your shoulders, A red rose in your hair. "Beauty is simple," they will tell you — Clumsily with a motley shawl You will cover a child up, A red rose on the fl...
Doug the Head: [examining Franky's diamonds] Ah, from Russia with love, eh? Franky Four Fingers: I have stones to sell, fat to chew, and many different men to see about many different dogs, so if I am not rushing you... Doug the Head: Slow down, Fran...
Constantly falling back into an old trap, before I am even fully aware of it, I find myself wondering why someone hurt me, rejected me, or didn't pay attention to me. Without realizing it, I find myself brooding about someone else's success, my own l...
Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself aga...
Carl Showalter: Who the fuck are you? [Wade doesn't answer] Carl Showalter: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? Wade Gustafson: I got your damn money. Now, where's my daughter? Carl Showalter: I am through fuckin' around here! Drop that fuckin' briefcase! Wade Gus...
For someone like myself in whom the ability to trust others is so cracked and broken that I am wretchedly timid and am forever trying to read the expression on people's faces.
George: Waking up begins with saying am and now. For the past eight months waking up has actually hurt. The cold realization that I am still here slowly sets in.
I kind of live a private life. I am out a lot, I have amazing friends and see a lot, so it's not like I'm a hermit. But I just know what I do for a living and that there are certain sensitivities.
I don't build because I am an architect. I can make true architecture because I do not build.
But I am a lover of all kinds of art. And I just can't stick to one thing. I guess I could if I made myself, but I'd always be looking the other way, for other things.
I can't do it. I can't get into a philosophical debate with an archangel, knowing how ridiculous it is and how unprepared I am.
...the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.
I am pushed by my critics. I don't want to say I want to prove them wrong, but it pushes me on the field to play with a chip on my shoulder, and I play best when I have a chip on my shoulder.
I believe I am a person with unusual talents. I think I'd be a liar or stupid if I were to deny that.
Indeed I did not stand as a beggar at the Parliament door, for I never was at the Parliament-House, nor stood I ever at the door as I do know or can remember; not as a petitioner I am sure.
I don't have a mentor in the strict definition. I take as much advice and inspiration as I can from the people I am close to.
I have no regrets at all. I have done quite well for myself. I didn't have a conventional face, but I have done well, and I am proud of it.
I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.
I have learned from my mistakes, and I am sure I can repeat them exactly
When I believe, I am crazy. When I don't believe, I suffer psychotic depression.
