Books

Sophie Calle>

I lived in the 14th arrondissement in Paris with my mother. We made a deal; she went out a lot and that was fine by me, provided that she woke me up with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice no matter what time she got back home and told me all about her night. 

I only talk about things that don’t work. Who wants to know that I spent six years with a man who loved me and with whom I never had a fight? Can you imagine the kind of film that would make? I live happy events and exploit unhappy ones. Firstly out of artistic interests, but also in order to transform them, do something with them, make the most of them – get my own back on the situation.

The Prince, Machiavelli>

It must be considered that there’s nothing more difficult to carry out, nor more doubtful of success, nor more dangerous to handle, than to initiate a new order of things. For the reformer has enemies in all those who profit by the old order and only lukewarm defenders in all those who would profit by the new order. This lukewarmness, arising party from fear of their adversaries who have the laws in their favor, and partly from the incredulity of mankind who do not truly believe in anything new until they have had actual experience of it. 

Joy, Osho>

Strange, but not a single person stood up against people like Jesus Christ and said, “It is utterly insulting to say that you’re the shepherd and we are the sheep, you are the Savior and we are just dependent on your compassion, that our whole religion is just to believe in you.” But because we have been throwing the responsibility for misery on others, we have excepted the corollary that bliss will also come from others. Naturally, if misery comes from others, then bliss has to come from others. But then what are you doing? You’re neither responsible for misery nor are you responsible for bliss – then what is your function? What is your purpose? Just to be a target for a few people to make you miserable and for others to help you and save you a make you blissful? Are you just a puppet, and all the strings are in the hands of others?

You eat, and trees enter into you through the fruit. 

The ego is such that even if it is in hell, it will not admit it. The who goes on decorating itself.

David Lynch>  (still)

I don’t like talking about things too much because unless you’re a poet, when you talk about it, a big thing becomes smaller.

Some things in life are not that understandable, but when things in films are that way, people become worried.

Certain things happen, ideas come along and they string themselves together and they form a whole and then a theme or something becomes apparent– if you want to look for it. But if you’re true to these ideas you don’t need to know. If you start off with a theme and say, “we’re going to amplify the theme and do a story about teenage rape” that to me is completely backwards. Then you’ve gotta force things to fit. The other way, you don’t know what it is. It just comes together and then later you find out. But meanwhile you’re falling in love with it. You just know somewhere that it’s right for you.

A lot of this is mistaking the rope for the snake. You’re not experiencing the ultimate reality: the ‘real’ is hiding all through life, but we don’t see it. We mistake it for all these other things. Fear is based on not seeing the whole thing and, if you could get there and see the whole thing, fear is out the window.

It’s like this: you’re a tree and you were in pretty good shape, but some of your leaves their little brown. There’s some blight on some of them and the limbs are little saggy. Not super healthy. The trunk is even a little funky. That’s the condition most of us are in. And then you discover that the routes are not in the nourishment. If you could get the roots in the nourishment than automatically all aspects of the tree are going to come up. And they’re going to come up to perfection.

Dailies are like mountainsides. A lot of worthless rocks and then some gold.

Elsewhere

Gillian Jacobs>

When I bottle my feelings up inside, they grow louder in the echo chamber of my mind, but when I force myself to say, “I’m afraid,” they dissipate as others say, “Me too.” 

Buckminster Fuller>

I live on Earth at the present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing… I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process – an integral function of the universe.

I am convinced all of humanity is born with more gifts than we know. Most are born geniuses and just get de-geniused rapidly.

Ingmar Bergman>

Sometimes I go for days without speaking to a soul. I think, “I should make that call,” but I put it off. Because there’s something pleasurable about not talking. But then I love talking, so it’s not that… It’s just this thing about silence that’s so wonderful.