I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ.
There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.
You really thought you were special. The worst part of all is, I really did too.
Lets run away. on We Heart It
The traumatized are unpredictable because we know we can survive.
So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.
The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist’s way of scribbling “Kilroy was here” on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.
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