I'd walk out the door wihout a word.
I don't define myself.
by Luis Buñuel
by Luis Buñuel
It is really a matter of ending this silence and solitude, of breathing and stretching one's arms again.
I'm not an abstractionist. I'm not interested in the relationship of color or form or anything else. I'm interested only in expressing basic human emotions: tragedy, ecstasy, doom, and so on.
by Mark Rothko
Fiction and poetry are doses, they’re medicines. And what they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination.
by Jeanette Winterson (via)
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