I do not want to feel smart looking idiots, want to feel stupid watching intelligent people Non voglio sentirmi intelligente guardando dei cretini, voglio sentirmi cretino guardando persone intelligenti
My prodigious sin was, and still is, being a non-conformist. [Charlie Chaplin]
“You Worry too much about loving people or about being loved yourself”. He said. “A man of knowledge loves. That’s all. Loves everything and everyone who wants to, but uses the controlled folly not to worry about that” (“The separated reality”, Castaneda) “Tu ti preoccupi troppo dell’amare la gente o dell’essere amato tu stesso” disse. […]
“There is nothing in which I habitually find greater satisfaction than in the consciousness of serving my friends.”
[On his deathbed, asked by a priest to renounce the Devil:] “Now now, my good man. This is no time for making enemies.”
They told me, to make her fall in love, I had to make her laugh. But every time she laughs, who falls in love… it’s me unknown
I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life
A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars […]
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