My mother while expecting me it seems inquired what I would be. Phoebus said ‘boy’, Mars ‘girl’; their fight Juno topped off, ‘hermaphrodite’. How would I die? She said, ‘run through’, Mars ‘hanged’, ‘drowned’ Phoebus; all came true. I climbed a streamside tree; my sword and I let slip, myself I gored, limb-caught, stream-foundered, met […]
Be smart, but never show it. — Louis Mayer
The gamester, if he dies a martyr to his profession is doubly ruined. He adds his soul to every other loss… — Rev Charles Caleb Colton, Lacon, or many things in a few Words
I photograph to find out what something will look like photographed. — Garry Winogrand
The infinity of childhood is a brief one. — Michel Houellbecq, Atomised
Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans — John Lennon
Every work of art is a child of its time. — Wassily Kandinsky
No one is truly dead, until they are no longer loved. — Théophile Gautier
‘Neath pleasure’s lash, the grim high executioner, Mortal souls, that vile and worthless throng, Reap grim remorse amidst the abject ceremony, Pain, take my hand and let us now along… — Baudelaire
It used to be: ‘the individual is nothing, the collective is everything’, and now it’s ‘image is nothing, thirst is everything.’ Agitprop’s immortal. It’s only the words that change. — Victor Pelevin, Babylon