...if you don't know what he looks like, and he doesn't look like anything, then how do you know that he's anything more that just an idea?
She’s wearing this dress. It’s a blue dress, with this dropped back. And she asked me to tell her what I think. I swear, for about thirty seconds I couldn’t speak. She looked… and the idea that I was married to her… and that we had our girl… and that this was our life…
The misery and the emptiness and the vacuous fucking shitness of their lives is so considerable that the proximity to the behavior of soap characters acts as some kind of consolation.
You see when people say to you that they can’t imagine not believing in anything because it would be just too depressing — I think there’s something sick about that. The level of cowardice in that, is just unbearable… to me.
She says that's one of the things she likes about me. I like people. People like me. They think I'm gentle. I had absolutely no idea that people thought I was gentle.
Once you've seen the inside of somebody's stomach, I think your relationships with that person probably moves on to... what? A new lever?
When you take a photograph what you do is freeze something that is actually alive. To do this property you need, more than anything, to believe in life.
Навязчивая идея – это отвлекающий маневр, она защищает тебя от мыслей о чем-то другом. Что это другое? Если бы не было этих навязчивых мыслей, о чем бы ты думала?
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