The word "talent" is too often abused in order to give oneself more
credit than is due, and to excuse oneself from trying harder.
An artist is like a fool who understands the truth.
We
would be twice as beautiful if only half of our effort that went into
looking good could instead go into doing something good.
I will never be able to love
anyone more than I love myself. And I will never be able to love myself
more than I love Love itself. I'm perpetually in love with Love.
Honey, you DO have a kind heart. You just don't know how to use it.
Art
criticism is a funny beast. To be honest, life feels too short to be deconstructing
things that are sufficiently beautiful in and of themselves.
Love has three layers: the top layer is sweet, the bottom layer is bitter, and the middle layer is terrifyingly profound.
Honesty
is indeed such a lonely word. We have somehow managed to create a
society that makes it terribly difficult to see things just as they are
and to express ourselves just as we like. What could possibly go wrong
if we allowed those two things? In what way could this possibly make it
any worse than it is now?
Some apply their creativity into making good things happen; some others into imagining how things could go wrong.
The only thing that stands in the way of shoving my fist into your
throat is the possibility that, maybe, just maybe, you're fighting a
harder battle, and the inescapable fact that I, despite everything about
you that I loathe, can't stop caring about you.
Is this what they call Love?
It's
easy to love someone who is nice. It's easy to love anyone when things
are going well. It's easy to love when you are self-sufficient and
everything you need is there for you. But when the odds are against you -
could you still love? When you are being hated or ignored - could you
still love? When your love is unwanted, neglected or even hurting
someone - could you still love? How far are you willing to go, just in
order to be able to love?
I'm beginning to think that artistic maturity is about learning that you're really not that unique in terms of what you suffer from, yet you are undoubtedly unique in terms of what you yearn to express.
No matter how busy you are, the biggest challenge is always not in finding time, but in finding the energy to commit.
When you have 500 million dollars more than you will ever need, aren't you contributing to 500 million dollars worth of suffering in the rest of the world by keeping it to yourself?
I am only as creative as however many paths there are that people have not travelled. But I am also only as creative as however many of such paths lead to the truth.
Try saying "your income" fast. It's what you get after getting pissed and watching way too much late night television.
I am no different from a child in that I ask "why?" to everything. The only difference between me and a child is that I know when to stop asking before pissing someone off.
They could take away your pride; they could take away your possessions; they could take away your liberty; and they could even take away your life. But they can NEVER, I mean never, take away your spirit. That is until YOU give it away. So my friend, never lose your spirit. Or you are worse off than dead.
Remember. You remain only as a piece of meat and a waste of space until you actually DO anything worthwhile.
It makes life easier to accept that you're a hypocrite and still try to be good, than to hold on to your high chair and pretend adamantly that you are morally infallible. Cos you're not, dude.
The truth hurts... as long as you keep biting your own tongue.
We all need an odometer in our lives: a way of constantly reminding you how far you still are from where you want to be and yet how far you've managed to come since you first began.
