“I see life as a roadside inn where I have to stay until the coach from the abyss pulls up. I don’t know where it will take me, because I don’t know anything. I could see this inn as a prison, for I’m compelled to wait in it; I could see it as a social centre, for it’s here that I meet others. But I’m neither impatient nor common. I leave who will to stay shut up in their rooms, sprawled out on beds where they sleeplessly wait, and I leave who will to chat in the parlors, from where their songs and voices conveniently drift out here to me. I’m sitting at the door, feasting my eyes and ears on the colours and sounds of the landscape, and I softly sing – for myself alone – wispy songs I compose while waiting.”
Fernando Pessoa (1888-1935), The Book of Disquiet
“Celebrate messes — these are where the goods are. Put something on the calendar that you know you’ll be terrible at, like dance lessons, or a meditation retreat, or boot camp. Go to a poetry slam. Go to open mike, and read the story you wrote about the hilariously god-awful family reunion, even though it could be better, and would hurt Uncle Ed’s feelings if he read it, which he isn’t going to.” Anne Lamott
“What is it that makes a person the very person that she is, herself alone and not another, an integrity of identity that persists over time, undergoing changes and yet still continuing to be – until she does not continue any longer – at least not unproblematically?” Rebecca Goldstein
“When I look most transparent is probably when I have just come out of the fire.” Anais Nin
Estragon: We always find something, eh, Didi, to give us the impression we exist? Vladimir: Yes, yes, we’re magicians. Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckett
“The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet. . . The biggest price you pay for love is that you you can’t be on your own, which is always so much better. . . You have to be alone to develop all the idiosyncrasies that make a person interesting.” Andy Warhol
“I had a lot of dates, but I decided to stay home and dye my eyebrows.” Andy Warhol
You decide what to get and I’ll pay for it. That’s equitable.
Almodovar movies have shown me the thread of violence that is woven into love and sex.
Love is an oddity. Fleeting, yet stripped of its vestments capable of remarkable vibrancy, a blooming vessel in a ravaged wasteland. It lives given nothing to feed on but itself.
“Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it. Women are so fond of using it. They spoil every romance by trying to make it last for ever. The only difference between a caprice and a life-long passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.” Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray