When my film went to the Venice Film Festival and won the best script writing, the jury [prize], it didn't go to my head. I know how many black filmmakers that I am operating with whose name will never be mentioned. But I'm part of them in that silent existence.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
The trouble is, walking in Venice becomes compulsive once you start. Just over the next bridge, you say, and then the next one beckons.
When you come to Venice, you do special work.
I live in one of the coastal cities in Southern California, and every so often I like to take a walk down the boardwalk in Venice during the weekends when it is abuzz with lively activity.
Though there are some disagreeable things in Venice there is nothing so disagreeable as the visitors.
My loving friend, you see, my life was never given a foundation, no one was able to imagine what it would want to become. In Venice there stands the so-called Ca del Duca, a princely foundation, on which later the most wretched tenement came to be built. With me it's the opposite: the beautiful arched elevations of my spirit rest on the most tentative beginning; a wooden scaffolding, a few boards. . . . Is that why I feel inhibited in raising the nave, the tower to which the weight of the great bells is to be hoisted (by angels, who else could do it)?
I was in Venice teaching, so I reread Henry James's "The Wings of the Dove. " I love James.
Even within single sentences, there are sudden changes of register. And when the travellers go to Venice, they see a play by Voltaire! This is a novel [Candid] which has narratives within narratives, such as when Cunégonde recounts her story.
To build a city where it is impossible to build a city is madness in itself, but to build there one of the most elegant and grandest of cities is the madness of genius.
If you go to Florence, it has all surface beauty, but like Venice, it's simply a museum of Renaissance times. Los Angeles is raw, uncouth and bizarre, but it's a place of substance. It has more new horizons than any other place.
Until it seems the whole city will be covered with gold pollen shaken from the bell-towers, lilies plundered with the weight of massive bees. . .
If I could live in one city and do every single thing I do there, I would choose Venice. You can't turn your head without seeing something amazing.
I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.
Venice is the perfect place for a phase of art to die. No other city on earth embraces entropy quite like this magical floating mall.
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.
I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip
Venice is not only a city of fantasy and freedom. It is also a city of joy and pleasure.
We do pray for mercy, and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.
At 6 p. m. I stood in the doorway of my studio facing the Venice boardwalk. A few spectators watched as I pushed two live electric wires into my chest. The wires crossed and exploded, burning me but saving me from electrocution.