amityyy

I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.

The dance floor at a hipster party looks like it should be surrounded by quotation marks.

Hell, I am young. I am free. My teeth are clean. The sun shines. To hell with everything else.

When we are collecting books, we are collecting happiness.

I am so in love with you that there isn’t anything else.

I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature.. All of this is art to me.

Each morning when I awake, I experience again a supreme pleasure: that of being Salvador Dalí.