I'm not the president, so the president, has top secret clearance immediately. I don't. It takes time.
It’s a strange grief…to die of nostalgia for something you never lived.
Say the sea. Say the sea. Say the sea. So that perhaps a drop of that magic may wander through time, and something might find it, and save it before it disappears forever. Say the sea. Because it's what we have left. Because faced by the sea, we without crosses, without magic, we must still have a weapon, something, so as not to die in silence, that's all.
This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It’s a place that does not exist.
I did not love you out or boredom or loneliness or caprice. I loved you because the desire for you was stronger than any happiness.
Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say
. . . he was one of those men who like to be observers at their own lives. . . such people observe their destiny much as most people tend to observe a rainy day.
Just as the painter thinks with his brush and paints the novelist thinks with his story.
You see, for me a painting is a dramatic action in the course of which the reality finds itself split apart. For me, that dramatic action takes precedence over all other considerations. The pure plastic act is only secondary as far as I'm concerned. What counts is the drama of that plastic art, the moment at which the universe comes out of itself and meets its own destruction.
The truth is that things were already going so poorly for me that nothing surprised me anymore. But then the BKA sent 20 agents to search my house.
Well, I'm kinda like George Carlin. I think that there ought to be a time where everybody should have all the drugs they want and there'd be nobody in charge, sort of like. . . now!