The only prophecy the artist can make with confidence is that he and his message will be misunderstood by a world that values all the wrong things.
~ Chloe Thurlow
When you dance, your whole body dances, your skin and bones, your soul, The tips of your fingers and the roots of your hair. When you stop dancing you stop living.
Italians make you laugh and break your heart.
Never give up.' This is not sound advice, it is bad advice. You must give up when there is no point in continuing. Then begin a new course. There is no greater failure than not changing course when the time is right to do so.
Photographs shape the past in our own image.
To be or not to be what exactly?
Mummy became a shadow, a woman who had lost herself because she had never found herself. She had always done the right thing, and I had a feeling that the right thing is always going to be the wrong thing, that you find yourself by stepping out of yourself.
You don't feel yourself falling in love, like it's a journey, a process; on the contrary, it hits you like a sudden ague, a fever, the realisation that your life will never be the same again.
Always say yes and try before you say no.
An attractive woman becomes beautiful when she's happy and in love.
Falling in love is like falling from a high cliff into a warm silky sea, the falling is like flying and the landing is like a glimpse of the divine.
You wait and wait, you get used to waiting. But when your time comes, you must not miss it.
Love is the colour of spring sunshine muted through old windows. Love has a taste, a texture - dark chocolate with pistachios; a sound - wind chimes echoing from a distant hill; a rhythm - the tango, obviously.
Happiness is achieving your goals. Contentment is not having any.
Good writing like good sex requires discipline.
There is only one secret to great writing and that's great writing.
Girls love kissing. Our lips replicate the lips we discreetly hide. We redden lips to show the health and allure of our labia, the welcoming of your tongue in our mouth a foretaste of lips moistened and blood-gorged by desire. Some kisses last forever in our minds, some kisses are best forgotten. Every kiss is unique and kissing lips is uniquely human.
The kiss is the greatest of gifts, uniquely human. A kiss before midnight. A kiss before dying. The Judas kiss. The kiss of the devil. A big wet smacker beneath the mistletoe. More can be said with a kiss than a book full of words. We kiss to say I love you. We kiss the rings of the self-important. The feet of the conquerors. The rich dark earth when we reach the promised land. We kiss babies' cheeks to soak up their innocence. We kiss the foreheads of loved ones as they begin a journey. We kiss beautiful strangers in far away places because on hot July nights with the music of the sea and the stars above your head your lips are incomplete until they are joined in a kiss.
A really good kiss is like a secret you want to share. A really good kiss reminds you why it’s hard to decide on the right lipstick. The first kiss stays in you’re mind – forever. Time expands with a really good kiss and you add another few seconds to the end of your life.
They say the best things in life are free, and they are if you can afford them.
We are drawn to repetition. We can watch the tide rolling for hours into shore. The clouds skittering across the sky. We can listen to the pulsing beat of bongo drums and are drawn magnetically to the slap, slap, slap of a girl being chastised. The human is a mystery, even too himself.
Don't waste time with people who waste time. Time is precious, fragile as a butterfly wing, meaningful as an orgasm.
Reading - like masturbation - is something you do alone and very little in life brings more pleasure.
You enter a book as if you are setting out on a journey and, if it is a good book, you will be a different person when you reach the end.
The secret is confusion, make it, create it, live it, be it.
I'm my characters' galley slave.
One of the key secrets of great writing is knowing where to start and when to stop.
