The girl stood up and walked to the end of the station. Across, on the other side, were fields of grain and trees along the banks of the Ebro. Far away, beyond the river, were mountains. The shadow of a cloud moved across the field of grain and she saw the river through the trees.
'And we could have all this,' she said. 'And we could have everything and every day we make it more impossible.'
— "Hills Like White Elephants" | Ernest Hemingway
Teatro ph. Steven Meisel
feat. Amber Valletta
Vogue Italia Sept 2001
Human beings are unable to be honest with themselves about themselves. They cannot talk about themselves without embellishing. This script portrays such human beings — the kind who cannot survive without lies to make them feel they are better people than they really are. It even shows this sinful need for flattering falsehood goes beyond the grave — even the character who dies cannot give up his lies when he speaks to the living through a medium. Egoism is a sin the human being carries with him from birth; it is the most difficult to redeem. This film is like a strange picture scroll that is unrolled and displayed by the ego. You say that you can’t understand this script at all, but that is because the human heart itself is impossible to understand.
— Akira Kurosawa on Rashomon from Something Like an Autobiography
Love is not vain because it is frustrated, but because it is fulfilled. The people we love turn to ashes when we possess them.
— Remembrance of Things Past: Vol II | Marcel Proust
Theyskens’ Theory | Fall 13
When I take a long look at my life, as though from outside, it does not appear particularly happy. Yet I am even less justified in calling it unhappy, despite all its mistakes. After all, it is foolish to keep probing for happiness or unhappiness, for it seems to me it would be hard to exchange the unhappiest days of my life for all the happy ones. If what matters in a person’s existence is to accept the inevitable consciously, to taste the good and bad to the full and to make for oneself a more individual, unaccidental and inward destiny alongside one’s external fate, then my life has been neither empty nor worthless. Even if, as it is decreed by the gods, fate has inexorably trod over my external existence as it does with everyone, my inner life has been of my own making.
— Gertrude | Hermann Hesse
If only we could all escape from this house of incest, where we only love ourselves in the other, if only I could save you all from yourselves.
— House of Incest | Anaïs Nin
In the subconscious you fuck ugly people, never beautiful, because the libido always desires something repulsive.
— Salvador Dali