"I went to Prague once under the old days of the Communist regime. I thought, Whatever happens to me here, I’m not going to mention Franz Kafka in my essay. I’m going to be the first journalist not to do it. I went to a meeting of the opposition underground; somebody betrayed us, because the secret police came in and suddenly, “Wham!” like this, broke down the door, dogs, torches, rubber truncheons, the lot. Slammed me against the wall: “You’re under arrest!”. “Well, I demand to see the British Ambassador,” blah, blah. “You’re under arrest!” “What’s the charge?” “We don’t have to tell you that.” I thought, Fuck I’ve got to mention Kafka after all."
"Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly."
"Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time."
"I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think that wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning."
looking at jane Mansfield and sophia Loren (spellcheck). Jane was a bomb shell, no doubt. She stole the thunder. I wonder if people will look back at todays photos and think “when we were young”.
