The true novelist, poet, musician, or artist is really a discoverer.
Eventually everything connects — people, ideas, objects… the quality of the connections is the key to quality per se.
Being hated by another woman: a unique pain that is only eased by the fierce love of yet ANOTHER woman.
Any set of letters and specific categories cannot describe the fluidity of a human’s sexuality over time.
The trouble with labels like LGBT
Maya Angelou put it best in her fantastic 1973 conversation with Bill Moyers, considering the laziness of stereotypes:
All you have to do is put a label on somebody. And then you don’t have to deal with the physical fact. You don’t have to wonder if they are waiting for the Easter bunny or love Christmas, or, you know, love their parents and hate small kids and are fearful of dogs. If you say, oh, that’s a junkie, that’s a nigger, that’s a kike, that’s a Jew, that’s a honkie, that’s a — you just — that’s the end of it.
I do not accept subtractive models of love, only additive ones.
A director must be a policeman, a midwife, a psychoanalyst, a sycophant and a bastard.
In its encounter with Nature, science invariably elicits a sense of reverence and awe. The very act of understanding is a celebration of joining, merging, even if on a very modest scale, with the magnificence of the Cosmos. And the cumulative worldwide build-up of knowledge over time converts science into something only a little short of a trans-national, trans-generational meta-mind.
I just lived in Brooklyn, where everything was ordinary — and yet, enticing and exciting and bewildering.
Understanding is not a piercing of the mystery, but an acceptance of it, a living blissfully with it, in it, through and by it.
Quality consists in a developed consciousness and in a capacity for complete correlation of your faculties. If you are not a correlated human being, you are fragmentary, you are awkward, you are not there in any sense with the thing that is needed to be there.