"I don't know how to be myself. It's like I'm permanently outside myself. Like, like you could push your hands straight through me if you wanted to. And I can see the type of man I want to beversus the type of man I actually am and I know that I'm doing it but I'm incapable of what needs to be done."

"Every second that passes is like a door that opens to allow in what has not yet happened, what we call the future, but, to challenge the contradictory nature of what we have just said, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the future is just an immense void, that the future is just the time on which the eternal present feeds."

"Every sort of contradiction can be found in me, depending upon some twist or attribute: timid, insolent; chaste, lecherous; talkative, taciturn; tough, sickly; clever, dull; drooding, affable; lying, truthful; learned, ignorant; generous, miserly and then prodigal. I can see something of all that in myself, depending on how I gyrate; and anyone who studies himself attentively finds in himself and in this very judgment this whirring about and this discordancy. There is nothing I can say about myself as a whole, simply and completely, without intermingling and admixture."

"I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again?"

"Tudo é estranho  a vida ,a humanidade, tudo é carregado arrastado pela água, até ir pro fundo.Há um sonho que tenho estou sentada no alto de uma coluna sem ver nenhuma possibilidade de descer, tenho vertigem e sinto a necessidade de sair mas falta-me coragem."

"(...) O tempo é escasso 
– mãos à obra!
Primeiro é preciso transformar a vida,
para cantá-la em seguida.
Os tempos
estão duros para o artista.
Mas dizei-me, anêmicos e anões,
os grandes, 
  onde, em que ocasiões,
escolheram uma estrada batida ?
Para o júbilo o planeta está imaturo,
é preciso arrancar alegria ao futuro.
Nesta vida, 
morrer não é difícil,
difícil é a vida e seu ofício."    dize

“The absence of love is the most abject pain”

"Your memory is slowly penetrated by oblivion."

"You were alone and you wanted to burn the bridges between you and the world."

"You detach yourself from everything. You are invisible, limpid, transparent."

"We are like the dreamer who dreams, and then lives inside the dream. But who is the dreamer?"

"Intuition is the key to everything, in painting, filmmaking, business - everything. I think you could have an intellectual ability, but if you can sharpen your intuition, which they say is emotion and intellect joining together, then a knowingness occurs."

"Well, we're grasping for two things at once. Partly for communion with others - that's the deepest instinct in us. And partly, we're seeking security. By constant communion with others we hope we shall be able to accept the horrible fact of our total solitude."

“I'll tell you something banal.We're emotional illiterates.And not only you and I-practically everybody,that's the depressing thing.We're taught everything about the body and about agriculture in Madagascar and about the square root of pi, or whatever the hell it's called,but not a word about the soul.We're abysmally ignorant,about both ourselves and others.There's a lot of loose talk nowadays to the effect that children should be brought up to know all about brotherhood and understanding and coexistence and equality and everything else that's all the rage just now.But it doesn't dawn on anyone that we must first learn something about ourselves and our own feelings."

"The cliche is that life is a mountain. You go up, reach the top and then go down. To me, life is going up until you are burned by flames"

"I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours."

"Drift all you like from ocean to ocean
Search the whole world
But drunken confessions and hijacked affairs
Will just make you more alone"

"The biological function of art is disorientation"

"Substitution . . . the infinite cannot be made into matter, but it is possible to create an illusion of the infinite: the image."

"Picture prosthetics in Afghanistan
Picture a courthouse with no fucking laws
Picture a cathouse with no fucking whores
Picture a shithouse with no fucking drains
Picture a leader with no fucking brains
No fucking brains, no fucking brains

(...)

Follow me down to a place by the river
Sold for my kidneys, sold for my liver
Why so weedy, so fucking needy
There's no such thing as being too greedy"