But the life of mind is not one that shuns death, and keeps clear of destruction; it endures death and in death maintains its being. It only wins to its truth when it finds itself utterly torn asunder.
-G.W.F. Hegel, The Phenomenology of Spirit
You live out the confusions until they become clear.
— Anais Nin
“This is what it is to love an artist: The moon is always rising above your house. The houses of your neighbors look dull and lacking in moonlight. But he is always going away from you. Inside his head there is always something more beautiful.”
— Sarah Ruhl, Eurydice
"I recall all of the dreams I have [about a friend who took his own life in graduate school], still have about him, in which he is mysteriously still alive and living in the walls of my apartment. I discover his lingering presence in this recurring dream, and somehow know that it is my job to get him out, to save him. I never do. I always fail… As much as I like that line ["The art of losing is not hard to master"] I realize that there is something artless and brutal about losing…"
-Jose Esteban Munoz, “Cruising Utopia”
Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937)
“Beauty is not a very well-balanced thing; it has to be disturbing and uncomfortable.”
— Christian Lacroix
I like to think of my songs as having or mimicking a narrative structure. This one, in particular, proceeds in chapters.
“We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves. I wish for all this to be marked on my body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography—to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience. All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps.” - Antony Minghella
You have to act as if it were possible to radically transform the world. And you have to do it all the time. — Angela Davis
“Exile is strangely compelling to think about but terrible to experience. It is the un-healable rift forced between a human being and a native place, between the self and its true home: its essential sadness can never be surmounted. And while it is true that literature and history contain heroic, romantic, glorious, even triumphant episodes in an exile’s life, these are no more than efforts meant to overcome the crippling sorrow of estrangement”
— Edward Said, Reflections on Exile.