“Sometimes I feel so liminal I think I’m going to explode. All art is a lie, but so are a lot of things. Mirrors. The Internet. Free Will. Real Love. It’s nothing but words, words, words. Hamlet said that.”—
GENTLEMAN Contending with the fretful element: Bids the winds blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curled water ‘bove the main, That things might change or cease; tears his white hair, Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, Catch in their fury, and make nothing of; Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain. This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch, The lion and the belly-pinched wolf Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs, And bids what will take all.
I'd like to sit outside and talk with you, about being, about the wind. How most days its softness is pleasant and silent, but then, when the gales come one will know what strength lies in things unseen.
“We’ve been waiting for a call all our life now, and, although the nature and the origin of our call remains quintessentially a mystery to us, we can’t help but hope that it will provide us with a purpose we’ve long lived without.”—
Qohen Leth, character in Terry Gilliam’s movie The Zero Theorem.
The idea that paranoia, and the machinery of oppression, can be conveyed with unquerulous calm, as they are by Kafka, and that they might seem even more daunting as a result, has never occurred to Gilliam, and it never will. —Anthony Lane in a New Yorker review of The Zero Theorem
“I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air. or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.”—Willa Cather, from My Antonia (via violentwavesofemotion)