Full of criss-crossed fits, you lie all the time. Your tongue should be embarrassed, you're a threat to mankind.
I believe in Darwin and God together.
We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.
You knew the sweetness of now, now, TONIGHT! who cares for tomorrow, tomorrow is nothing, yesterday is over and done, tonight live, tonight!
Writing is not a serious business. It’s a joy and a celebration. You should be having fun with it.
Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending.
Stuff your eyes with wonder.
When I went to see Valentino in Rome, I discovered 120 women in these ateliers who sew $100,000 dresses. There are no sewing machines. It's all done by hand for thousands of hours. It's a dying art and Valentino is really the last practitioner, the last person at the top of his house, which is why I called it The Last Emperor. That world is gone. You can almost see it slipping away as the cameras are rolling.
Working is part of life, I don't know how to distinguish between the two. . . Work is an expression of life.
I can't get myself when I'm not punctual. If I'm late for an appointment, even a bit, I don't feel good for a whole day.
An amazing observation: it is precisely for feelings that one needs time, not for thought. . . . Feelings, obviously, are more demanding than thought.