I am interested in circulating past iconography in the present in order to get to the future.
There is no true life. Your true life is the one you end up with, whatever it may be. You just do the best you can with what you've got.
How plotless real life was!
But I don't think people take bad advice. They've got intuition too, you know. In fact I'd be surprised if they take any advice at all.
. . . if you catalogue grudges, anything looks bad.
Sooner or later, even the sharpest pain became flattened.
For me, writing something down was the only road out. . . I hated childhood, and spent it sitting behind a book waiting for adulthood to arrive. When I ran out of books I made up my own. At night, when I couldn't sleep, I made up stories in the dark.
There's a small island, inhabited in the South Pacific that I will try to swim to.
Apart from man, no being wonders at its own experience.
What's amazing to me now is that I actually recall fixating on the fact that my thighs a-l-m-o-s-t touched at the top. . . . If I could go back in time and slap my eighteen-year-old self, I would. I would tell her to snap out of it, because that's the best you thighs will ever be. You should take pictures of your thighs right now so you can remember how amazing they were!
I was brought up to respect my elders, so now I don't have to respect anybody.