Can I love someone...and still think/fly? Love is flying, sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings.

In a culture whose already classical dilemma is the hypertrophy of the intellect at the expense of energy and sensual capability, interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon art.

People don't become inured to what they are shown - if that's the right way to describe what happens - because of the quantity of images dumped on them. It is passivity that dulls feeling. The states described as apathy, moral or emotional anesthesia, are full of feelings; the feelings are rage and frustration.

Mad people = People who stand alone and burn. I'm attracted to them because they give me permission to do the same.

With the modern diseases (once TB, now cancer) the romantic idea that the disease expresses the character is invariably extended to assert that the character causes the disease -- because it has not expressed itself. Passion moves inward, striking and blighting the deepest cellular recesses.

False values begin with the worship of things.

Interpretation is the revenge of the intellectual upon art.