Is your father writing a book? said Alison. No. He's existing. Some people live, like the rest of us, like the people in your plays. He just exists.
I'm the absolute queen bee of unrequited love.
He dreamt...he was a huge white egg floating in the sea of turquoise blue, and he was everything that there was.
Bradley, I wish I’d understood that stuff you spouted about Hamlet.Forget it. No high theory about Shakespeare is any good, not because he’s so divine but because he’s so human. Even great art is jumb...
There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
We shall be better prepared for the future if we see how terrible, how doomed the present is.
Today there is a pleasant very light haze over the whole sky, and the sea has a misleadingly docile silvered look, as if the substantial wavelets were determined to stroke the rocks as hard as they co...
I can see this so clearly because I have long ago given up my own hopes of being happy.
Good art shows us how difficult it is to be objective by showing us how differently the world looks to an objective vision.
But it was just luck really if the girls survived. You're like a man firing a machine gun into a supermarket who happens not to become a murderer.
Yes, of course, there's something fishy about describing people's feelings. You try hard to be accurate, but as soon as you start to define such and such a feeling, language lets you down. It's really...
Εγώ δεν μπορώ να καταλάβω πως είναι δυνατό να είναι κανείς καλλιτέχνης και να μην προσπαθεί συνεχώς να γίνει τέλειος.
I ate and drank slowly as one should (cook fast, eat slowly) and without distractions such as (thank heavens) conversation or reading. Indeed eating is so pleasant one should even try to suppress thou...
Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
Let us not waste love, it is rare enough
We may love our chains and our stripes too.
The sun shone calm and bright on the grass, refreshed by the rain, on the border of pretty stones, on the sparkling yellow rocks. It was a caricature of a happy scene.
Tal como nos conocemos, somos objetos falsos, imposturas, ramilletes de ilusionesLos juicios sobre las personas no son jamás decisivos, surgen de resúmenes que inmediatamente hacen pensar en la necesi...
Only the deeper parts of the mind have so little sense of time.