Mind to Misbehave

A journey of a mind

You love the accidental. A smile from a pretty girl in an interesting situation, a stolen glance, that is what you are hunting for, that is a motif for your aimless fantasy. You who always pride yourself on being an observateur must, in return, put up with becoming an object of observation. Ah, you are a strange fellow, one moment a child, the next an old man; one moment you are thinking most earnestly about the most important scholarly problems, how you will devote your life to them, and the next you are a lovesick fool. But you are a long way from marriage.

—Soren Kierkegaard

Lars von Trier

I have nothing against popularity, but if the only yardstick for whether a film is good or not is the box office numbers, then you’re really barking up the wrong tree. If you only gave people what they wanted, then they’d still be eating sugar because it’s sweet. But it’s empty calories. It’s good to have pioneers who have dared serve us something bitter, which then turns out to be one of those great experiences - like alcohol, something intoxicating. We need more intoxicants in Danish cinema. Just a few people who dare to serve us something bitter.

Nasha Natasha

Nasha Natasha

Albert Camus

Kai apgirtęs, dar išlaikęs aštrų protą, guli vėlyvą naktį tarp dviejų mergšių, nebejausdamas jokio geismo, žinote, tavęs jau nebekankina viltis, tavo gyvenime įsiviešpatauja ramybė, ir visos kančios išsisklaido kaip dūmas. Tam tikra prasme aš visą laiką gyvenau lėbaudamas, niekada nesiliaudamas trokšti nemirtingumo. Gal tokia mano prigimtis, o gal pasekmė nepaprastos meilės sau pačiam…

Jei sumaišytume stiklinėje degtinę, sniegą ir kraują, tai ir bus rusiškos valdžios, rusiškosios valstybės skonis.

Vladimir Sorokin

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.

—T. S. Eliot

Good night, morning bright

Good night, morning bright

The color of truth is grey.

—André Gide

The purest surrealist act is walking into a crowd with a loaded gun and firing into it randomly.

—André Breton

Aprés moi, c’était un deluge!

Aprés moic’était un deluge!