Ideas are the most powerful and horrible chains.
But things can be beautiful without purpose.
Mind can drip as a leaking pipe.
Don’t fool yourself into drinking too much from it.
Death is like when you are perfectly still.
But what if your mind moves?
Sometimes you need to be able to give up everything
only to keep one thing, any thing.
How do you know if 1, 2, 3 means going up or going down?
You don’t.
We always are a bit afraid of beauty; we feel vulnerable.
It’s just the fantastic difference between a man and a woman.
Some people have no real purpose, just existence.
Some have no existence. Just purpose.
There is no morality in knowledge.
Some of it comes too late, much too late.
We should be afraid of ourselves more than of others.
There is no difference between gestures and words.
Only hope.
Sometimes the beginning is before the beginning
and that’s the important thing.
Who are they? But then, who are we?
Beauty can be so horrible in the end, and so can knowledge.
Why are we so obsessed with the truth
when in fact we are so deep in the business of cheating each other?
In commerce, in school, in church, in politics. Even in love.
The amazing thing about a woman
is that she is beautiful even when dirty.
Why I always find myself trapped in the middle?
Maybe because survival is adaptation to change.
The best movies are those that never end.
They continue in your dreams.
Or nightmares.