I love acting. It is so much more real than life.
Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.
If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.
As Sokrates tells it, your story begins the moment Eros enters you. That incursion is the biggest risk of your life. How you handle it is an index of the quality, wisdom, and decorum of the things inside you. As you handle it you come into contact with what is inside you, in a sudden and startling way. You perceive what you are, what you lack, what you could be.
One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.
You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?
I'm just a no-good, scum sucking, nose picking, boot licking, sniveling, groveling, worthless hunk of slime.
Vishous, could you stop grinning like that? You're beginning to freak me out.
Anyone can revolt. It is more difficult silently to obey our own inner promptings, and to spend our lives finding sincere and fitting means of expression for our temperament and our gifts.
If god does not exist, one loses nothing by believing in him anyway, while if he does exist, one stands to lose everything by not believing.