Always be intoxicated. Never be sober. Never, ever, be sober. Use poetry, virtue, or wine, as you please.
Archives for December 2016
Drama is action, sir, action and not confounded philosophy.
I never want to see anyone, and I never want to go anywhere or do anything. I just want to write.
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
The camera relieves us of the burden of memory. It surveys us like God, and it surveys for us. Yet no other god has been so cynical, for the camera records in order to forget.
The man who never in his mind and thoughts traveled to heaven is no artist.
We are what we believe we are.
Storytelling alters the storyteller. And a story is altered by being told.
Amor, cuántos caminos hasta llegar a un beso, ¡qué soledad errante hasta tu compañía! / Love, how many paths up to a kiss. How lonely wandering up to your company!
When I could not sleep for cold I had fire enough in my brain, And builded with roofs of gold My beautiful castles in Spain!