The market system is the basis of our civilization. Its only alternative is the Führer principle.
And there it was again. Another religion turned against itself. Another edifice constructed by the human mind, decimated by human nature.
Rahel’s toy wristwatch had the time painted on it. Ten to two. One of her ambitions was to own a watch on which she could change the time whenever she wanted to (which according to her was what Time was meant for in the first place).
There are things that you can't do - like writing letters to a part of yourself. To your feet or hair. Or heart.
At some stage, as the water tables are dropping and the minerals that remain in the mountains are being taken out, we are going to confront a crisis from which we cannot return. The people who created the crisis in the first place will not be the ones that come up with a solution.
What sort of love is this love that we have for countries? What sort of country is it that will ever live up to our dreams? What sort of dreams were these that have been broken? Isn't the greatness of great nations directly proportionate to their ability to be ruthless, genocidal? Doesn't the height of a country's 'success' usually also mark the depths of its moral failure?
Colorful demonstrations and weekend marches are vital but alone are not powerful enough to stop wars. Wars will be stopped only when soldiers refuse to fight, when workers refuse to load weapons onto ships and aircraft, when people boycott the economic outposts of Empire that are strung across the globe.
The mind can absorb no more than the seat can endure.
If it's working, keep doing it. If it's not working, stop doing it. If you don't know what to do, don't do anything.
The early '90s were an especially marvelous period for fashion, because it was the peak of glamour and there were no limits as to what you could do.
Some of the ideas are kind of inspired by the songs, and I always want to use music to tell the story and give the movie a certain kind of mood. That's always essential to me.