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“How can I shake and dispel the awful reputation of being an "erudite" writer? I’m about as erudite as a traffic cop. I like to know things; what’s so two-headed peculiar about that?”
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“You have built a wall of concrete shit between yourself and reality.”
― The Death of Picasso: New and Selected Writing
― The Death of Picasso: New and Selected Writing
“The exhilaration of battle was agreeable to him, but the sight of the dead, with their clay faces, blank eyes, and stiff bodies, which, when not unnaturally shrunken, were unnaturally swollen, had always intolerably affected him. He felt toward them a kind of reasonless antipathy which was something more than the physical and spiritual repugnance common to us all. Doubtless this feeling was due to his unusually acute sensibilities - his keen sense of the beautiful, which these hideous things outraged. Whatever may have been the cause, he could not look upon a dead body without a loathing which had in it an element of reselltment. What others have respected as the dignity of death had to him no existence - was altogether unthinkable. Death was a thing to be hated. It was not picturesque, it had no tender and solemn side - a dismal thing, hideous in all its manifestations and suggestions. Lieutenant Byring was a braver man than anybody knew, for nobody knew his horror of that which he was ever ready to encounter. ("A Tough Tussle")”
― Ghost Stories
― Ghost Stories
“I always feel this pressure of being a strong and independent icon of womanhood, and without making it look my whole life is revolving around some guy. But loving someone, and being loved means so much to me. We always make fun of it and stuff. But isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?”
― Before Sunrise & Before Sunset: Two Screenplays
― Before Sunrise & Before Sunset: Two Screenplays
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