A thought experiment courtesy of the Stoics. If you are tired of everything you possess, imagine that you have lost all these things.
Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.
One mustn't dream of one's future; one must earn it.
The air seemed poisoned with fear and hatred. People eyed on another suspiciously, and the streets smelled of a silence that knotted your stomach.
somethings can only be seen in the shadows
Over time, loneliness gets inside you and doesn't go away.
It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality, at least for human beings. We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.
If you try to do that in pop music - to play only rare show tunes, for example - people don't come.
Whatever character you play, whatever film it is, whatever story it is, for me, in my training it's always something that gives you a layered character, it's understanding the secret of that character, and so whatever comes up as "Oh, I thought that person was that," you are always carrying that within you. So actually what you're playing all the way through is both and it's just what comes out in the scene or the circumstance.
The glory of each generation is to make its own precedents.
I wouldn't keep him around long if I didn't feed him well.