Prosperity makes some friends and many enemies.
Destroy the Museums. Crack syntax. Sabotage the adjective. Leave nothing but the verb.
We will glorify war-the world's only hygiene, milliterism, patriotism , the destructive gesture of freedom-bringers, beautiful ideas worth dying for, and scorn for woman
There is no longer beauty except in the struggle. No more masterpieces without an aggressive character. Poetry must be a violent assault against the unknown forces in order to overcome them and prostrate them before men.
We say that the world's magnificence has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed. . . Time and Space died yesterday. We already live in the absolute, because we have created eternal, omnipresent speed.
We want to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and rashness.
A new beauty has been added to the splendor of the world - the beauty of speed.
I started writing In Darkness out of a frustration of the quality of roles that I was reading in scripts for women.
I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.
It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence.
I am free to make anything I want as long as I think it will sell.