“When I was young, there was never any space for me to get attention of my own that wasn't negative. Art, and the practice of making art, was the only space that was mine alone, where I could be anyone and do anything, where just by using my head and my hands I could cry, or laugh, or get pissed off.” ArtHandsYoungMy OwnSpaceAttentionPracticeLaughingCryMinesNegativePissed Off Author:Kim Gordon
“I want to raise my own baby. I don't want my baby crying for some other strange lady, some nanny. I am not down with that.” WantMy OwnCryStrangeBabyRaisesMy BabyNannies Author:Tionne Watkins
“We should pay as much reverence to youth as we should to age; there are points in which you young folks are altogether our superiors: and I can't help constantly crying out to persons of my own years, when busied about their young people--leave them alone; don't be always meddling with their affairs, which they can manage for themselves; don't be always insisting upon managing their boats, and putting your oars in the water with theirs.” PeopleShouldYearsPersonsI CanHelpingAgeYoungWaterMy OwnPayCryYouthAffairFolksSuperiorsBoatManageReverenceInsistingMeddlingOar Book:The book of snobs. Sketches and travels in London. Denis Duval Source: The book of snobs. Sketches and travels in London. Denis Duval
“I supply my own angels and demons. I exist on a stony beach, which lowers itself in waves toward a protective ocean. A dog barks; a child cries; the day sinks and becomes night. You can never scare me. No human being will be able to scare me ever again. I have a prayer that I repeat to myself in absolute stillness: May a wind come to stir up the ocean and the stifling twilight. May a bird come from water out there and explode the silence with its call.” HumansMayChildrenAbleNightWaterMy OwnPrayerHuman BeingsSilenceDogCryWindOceanBirdAngelAbsolutesWaveBeachRepeatsDemonScareStillnessTwilightProtectiveBarkAngels And DemonsStifling Book:Images: my life in film Source: Images: my life in film