ponka
petak, 28.05.2010.
I don't like composers who think. It gets in the way of their plagiarism.
Every man, wherever he goes, is encompassed by a cloud of comforting convictions, which move with him like flies on a summer day.
A lifetime of happiness! No man alive could bear it: it would be hell on earth.
So quick and so fiercely I barely had time to gasp before it was locked on me.
Humor is always based on a modicum of truth. Have you ever heard a joke about a father-in-law?
I heard them shouting through the muffling canvas of the bag, and then I was being impersonally hauled to my feet by my wrists, my arms wrenched up behind my back, my shoulders screaming.
The price one pays for pursuing any profession or calling is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side.
I never met anybody who said when they were a kid, "I wanna grow up and be a critic."
