random o'clock

For him, sleep is not the opposite of life—sleep is life, and life is a dream. He crosses from dream to dream as if he were crossing from one life to another.

The more you try to avoid suffering, the more you suffer, because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you, in proportion to your fear of being hurt. The one who does most to avoid suffering is, in the end, the one who suffers most.

Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can’t be logical about.

So it’s not about what you do. It can’t be, can it? It has to be about how you are, how you love, how you treat yourself and those around you, and that’s where I get eaten up.

We all know fear. But passion makes us fearless.

Art, to me, is the interpretation of the impression which nature makes upon the eye and brain.

I say what I want to say and do what I want to do. There’s no in between. People will either love you for it or hate you for it.

At some point, being angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning yourself without thinking about it.

So many people are going to love you and it might be nice to meet your first love all intact, emotionally too. That’s an old-fashioned idea, isn’t it?

She looks sad. She looks angry. She looks different from everyone else I know—she cannot put on that happy face others wear when they know they are being watched. She doesn’t put on a face for me, which makes me trust her somehow.