You live in a country as biologically exotic as Africa.

It’s like Hemingway said. If it feels good, don’t talk about it.

“The last power of the human heart as we approach apocalypse is ambition. Everybody gets more ambitious to be in on more. If we can't wield the power, then we want to be in on the shaping of the power.” —Mailer

Just to touch genius is a wonderful enough thing, or at least it used to be.

People only bemoan/universalize not being able to remember something (“I’m slippin’ up here”) if they have a general sense of guilt/negligence about how they’ve spent their time and exercised their “little grey cells”— or they are 80+ and it’s in good fun. I found this out myself

The leap of faith America’s Catholic immigrants piously made as they flooded the States, was that they somehow realized that to be properly Catholic was to be more even more American than Catholic.

Everybody wants to rule the world but what you actually want is to fit perfectly in your place and go.

I sit toward the back of my skull, eerily far from the holes my eyes make.

The reason it’s awkward to show people movies these days is because attention is so warped that a two hour experience without of a phone puts them in a state of such spiritual torment their only mental refuge is hyper-critiquing the movie— also applies to listening to full songs.

“Is there a woman in the world who out of sheer love of adornment would deck herself out for her own pleasure?” There is. Happy Valentine’s Day }——>

The spiritual institutions of the west were the very thing that allowed its people to not over focus on the spiritual. Since the public’s general abnegation of them we’ve swung horribly far into the intellectual concerns of immaterial, it’ll take a while for reality to claw back

The electric muse is a dead woman with her stomach open, the bottom of a cloud turned to the bottom of a light bulb.

John Ford’s credited with the phrase “a galloping horse, a mountain side and a couple dancing are the three things one never tires of looking at” (or filming), but I suspect he got this from Balzac, who—a century earlier—said as much in Le Pére Goriot, or maybe he didn’t need to.

You only know what you’re doing through the instant.

Taste is just the ability to create hereditary micro-strains within the greater whole of the canon from the beginning until now.

Cassiopeia—wracked—on one Side and the big saving bear on The other, of the always there star; Disaster means no stars.