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The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing Quotes
The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
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“Where do they go, these dreams of mine? Do they live? Do they die? Do they fall? Do they fly?”
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
“The greatest happiness is a quiet kind. It’s the tender understanding that we’re living in a very strange place full of strange creatures. And there’s quite a bit of wonder in that.”
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
“Violence can read like poetry. You just have to describe the act as if you’re in love with the way your characters bleed.”
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
“Did I love her? No. I obsessed over her completely. And thank heavens I was obsessed. Obsession, infatuation, is something short-lived. A sweet fever dream that leaves you exhausted from the high. Love is perpetual. Love is an entire world compared to that other form of mania people mistake love for. If love is loving the reality of a person, obsession is idealising the fantasy of another. Did I love her? No. Never. But I was utterly obsessed.”
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
“I keep dying and hoping you notice me. But you’re too busy living.”
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
“I wish I could run into the world’s arms. Linger within the spaces between nothing. I wish I could filter out of existence. To live quietly without dying. I wish I could be cherished by life itself. To speak and sing volumes without lying to myself.”
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
“All around us is a nothing that stretches on for infinity. We humans can barely comprehend that. If we comprehend it we are rarely pleased.”
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
“My creativity keeps me from starving. Humanity keeps my life mundane. Loving secures my love for life, but my imagination keeps me sane.”
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
“The greatest magicians know every single thought their audience is thinking. They know every thought their audience could think and might think and will think. They choose to either prove them right or trick them again and again. A mixture of the two, however, is perfect. There are no greater storytellers in the world then magicians. Who could make you question your reality as well as a magician can disappear and reappear in the seat beside you? Who else, other than a magician, could bring their final act into your dreams? Who could build a narrative and finish it with as big a finale than a magician?”
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
“But I can’t control my dreams. I can’t even remember them. For all I know I’m having the time of my life when I sleep, but I just can’t remember. So I’m forced to live in a life I have no control over. A life where I’m either numb to everything or terrified of every thought that crosses my mind. If this is all just a dream, then it sure is a disappointing one.
But I still have time to try and control my dreams. I have time to try and make my dreams a reality in this waking life as well. The one bloody thing I have is time. I’ve got to remember that. I still have time. And despite everything, there is something reassuring about that.”
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
But I still have time to try and control my dreams. I have time to try and make my dreams a reality in this waking life as well. The one bloody thing I have is time. I’ve got to remember that. I still have time. And despite everything, there is something reassuring about that.”
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
“All that is required of you is an open mind and a little patience.”
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
“There is nothing to me but you. I know it’s pathetic but, oh darling, it’s true.”
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
“My sister lived in the moment. She said she would love the summer only when it came and warmed her. But I lived and still live in the future. Where it’s warm when it’s cold. Where dreams are not yet reality. Where the sad people are happy. The only problem with living in the future is that everyone has died, including yourself. So your plans are fiction and your predictions are fantasy. Living in the future is pure fantasy. I think that’s why I love it so dearly.”
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
“The truth is there isn’t anything to me at all. All I know is that I can’t sleep well, I can’t dream well and I’m quite in love with you. That’s all there is to me. My greatest feature is my admiration for you. I know it’s not healthy. Like my insomnia. Like my dreamless nights. You make living alright. My nightmares come when I think of a night without Valeria. That’s when I realise you’re dead. That’s when I remember you’ve been gone for years. That’s when I remember I’m awake. And I wait for this dream called Life to leave me to my peace once and for all and forever.”
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
“I wanted to give you something that would last forever. Something that would surpass the world, that would still be alive and bright even after you passed away. Something beautiful. For your eyes and smile only. But I never found it. All I could give you is words. Words which were as fleeting as the heartbeats that shook my soul whenever you looked my way.”
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
“If my life was pulled into the pages of a book, there would be coffee stains and wrinkles along the lines of that narrative. Because all I can wish is that the book of my life would be well read and well loved. Living within words and the sound of writing.”
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
“Honestly, I don’t know what I would recommend from this story. Perhaps it is this: if you have the choice to laugh or do nothing, you might as well laugh.”
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
― The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing
