I have to remind my dad, 'Journalists - no matter how many cigars they smoke with you - are not your friends, so don't talk to them. '
During the last years of Mayakovski's life, when all poetry had ceased to exist. . . literature had stopped.
You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty - Which draws us together.
He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is always thereby creating life.
You and I are like the first two people on earth who at the beginning of the world had nothing to cover themselves with - at the end of it, you and I are just as stripped and homeless. And you and I are the last remembrance of all that immeasurable greatness which has been created in all the thousands of years between their time and ours, and it is in memory of all that vanished splendour that we live and love and weep and cling to one another.
What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of every cup.
If it's so painful to love and absorb electricity, how much more painful it is to be a woman, to be the electricity, to inspire love.
Novels may have taken care of the emotional business for me, which has allowed music to be more emotional for me.
There's this wonderful and very important event when we're born, and we forget everything that's gone before, or else we'd be such a mass of rememberings that we couldn't operate successfully on this planet.
It is nobody's right to be waited on and nobody's fate to do the waiting.
Really, Sage? A date?” I sighed. “Yes, Adrian. A date. ” “A real date. Not, like, doing homework together,” he added. “I mean like where you go out to a movie or something. And a movie that’s not part of a school assignment. Or about something boring. ” “A real date.