It’s wrong to give all your love to only one person. If you don’t have potatoes, you eat turnips. When the turnips are gone, you eat gruel. But every girl loves her one and only. He goes to war; five months later he’s dead, and you mourn the rest of your life. Does that make sense to you? It drowns you.

If you wantonly divide by zero, you can destroy the entire foundation of logic and mathematics.

The trouble is,
you think you have time.

Physics is like sex: sure, it may give some practical results, but that’s not why we do it.

Touched by a masterpiece, a person begins to hear in himself that same call of truth which prompted the artist to his creative act. When a link is established between the work and its beholder, the latter experiences a sublime, purging trauma. Within that aura which unites masterpieces and audience, the best sides of our souls are made known, and we long for them to be freed.

I am only interested in the views of two people: one is called Bresson and one called Bergman.

A literary hero is not a super man. Among literary heroes, there is Bashmachkin, from Gogol’s Overcoat, Dostoevsky’s Prince Myshkin, Raskolnikov, Pushkin’s Hermann. One can’t understand what’s heroic about Myshkin, or Raskolnikov, who killed an old woman, or about Bashmachkin, a clerk who had his overcoat stolen, or about Prince Myshkin, who wasn’t quite sane. It appears that art influences the public not by contagion, that’s wrong, but through a kind of ethical enlightenment, through one’s encounter in the world of artists…This has such impact on the human soul that it changes, and one who’s seen or read a work of art, can no longer remain the same…as before.

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“I live in my dreams. Other people live in dreams too … just not their own.” -Hermann Hesse