I'm not afraid to move away from funny. I'm not afraid of that.
Being a sick man is like being a log caught in a stream, Gilles. All the straws gather around it.
. . . was there no one over thirty-five who had not some secret agony, some white-faced fear? Half one's life one walked carelessly, certain that some day one would have one's heart's desire: and for the rest of it, one either goes empty, or walks carrying a full cup, afraid of every step.
It is only the happy who are hard, Gilles. I think perhaps it is better for the world if - if one has a broken heart. One is quick to recognise it, elsewhere. And one has time to think about other people, if there is nothing left to hope for any more.
But what was the desire of the flesh beside the desire of the mind?
for. . . austere and gracious allegory, as for so much of its mysticism and its chivalry, its ardours and its endurances, the world is in debt to Spain.
Shipwreck in youth is sorrowful enough, but one looks for storms at the spring equinox. Yet it is the September equinox that drowns.
My body could stand the crutches but my mind couldn't stand the sideline.
I base a lot of decisions on my gut, and going with an independent label was a good one.
When an idea, a proposition, a cause is presented to me in terms that leave me no alternative but to be for it, because it's all pros and no cons, then I know I'm being conned.
Emancipation is the demand of civilization. That is a principle; everything else is an intrigue.