When you record, you live with what you recorded for many many years, but when you play it's just an hour and a half and then once it's over it's over.
With you, intimacy colors my voice. Even 'hello' sounds like 'come here'.
The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.
Later that night, I held an atlas on my lap, ran my fingers across the whole world, and whispered, ‘where does it hurt?’ It answered, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.
Light attracts light. But sometimes your light attracts moths and your warmth attracts parasites. Protect your space and energy
And you tried to change, didn't you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake. . . You can't make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.
Every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice. All the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed in to were preparing you for me. I don’t mind tasting them in the memory of your mouth. Was it a long journey? Did it take you long to find me? You’re here now, welcome home.
I just want to be able to make a movie that takes some chances. I don't just want to do something that is purely stuck in a genre box.
You may be witty, but not satirical.
There's people coming in who've never done any politics at all, who've never been in a trade union, they've never been in a political party, they've never done anything, but they do feel a kind of urgency.
Beauty has long since disappeared. It has slipped beneath the surface of the noise, the noise of words, sunk deep as Atlantis. The only thing left of it is the word, whose meaning loses clarity from year to year.