When there are good days, I go a little faster than my terror, and there are bad days when my terror beats me, and I’m silent. That’s the negotiation.
“When you finish anything, people want you to then talk about it. And I think it’s almost like a crime. A film or a painting – each thing is its own sort of language and it’s not right to try to say the same thing in words. The words are not there. The language of film, cinema, is the language it was put into, and the English language – it’s not going to translate. It’s going to lose.”
– David Lynch
“You gravitate to that which you secretly love most. You meet in life the exact reproduction of your own thoughts. There is no chance, coincidence or accident In a world ruled by law and divine order. You rise as high as your dominant aspiration. You descend to the level of your lowest concept of your self.
Free your mind and your ass will follow.”
Privacy is really the only thing I seek these days, to have worlds within worlds so I can get lost in myself only to come up and say ‘Just been hanging’ when someone asks what I’ve been up to.
How do I explain that each day I go to the reaches of my mind and discover myself over and over again?