All your youth you want to have your greatness taken for granted; when you find it taken for granted, you are unnerved. |
Art is one thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting. |
Art is the only thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting |
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day. |
Each of us keeps, battened down inside himself, a sort of lunatic giant - impossible socially, but full-scale - and it's the knockings and battering we sometimes hear in each other that keep our intercourse from utter banality |
Experience isn't interesting until it begins to repeat itself - in fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience |
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat. |
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat. |
First love, with its frantic haughty imagination, swings its object clear of the everyday, over the rut of living, making him all looks, silences, gestures, attitudes, a burning phrase with no context |
First love, with its frantic haughty imagination, swings its object clear of the everyday, over the rut of living, making him all looks, silences, gestures, attitudes, a burning phrase with no context |
Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again |
If you look at life one way, there is always cause for alarm |
Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do |
Intimacies between women often go backwards, beginning in revelations and ending in small talk without loss of esteem |
It could've been a disaster for people who couldn't see it on TV, so to speak. The fact that it was incorrect on TV alarmed me. |