It wasn’t in books. It wasn’t in a church. What I needed to know was out there in the world.
A mule will labor ten years willingly and patiently for you, for the privilege of kicking you once.
. . . how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.
Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.
The quality an artist must have is objectivity in judging his work, plus the honesty and courage not to kid himself about it.
Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
Everyone in the South has no time for reading because they are all too busy writing.
Because of the irresistible nature of our own Imagos, I think the replication of it in music is a siren song - we love those tormented songs, and we listen to them over and over and over the way that we smash ourselves into our lovers, or the same kind of lover, over and over. That drive is tireless, until it is resolved. And we can "enjoy" it safely through music, which is a simulacrum we have power over.
I was born pretty lucky, an Aryan Australian, friendly girl, that gives you a lot of advantages in the world. I was unaware of people's fights or struggles for equality. I was really naive.
All deception in the course of life is indeed nothing else but a lie reduced to practice, and falsehood passing from words into things.
What I mean by "An Unspoken Hunger. " It's a hunger that cannot be quelled by material things. It's a hunger that cannot be quelled by the constant denial.