“I would like to be a spoiled rich white girl. They get what they want, whenever they want it. They don’t have to really struggle with finances, nice things, nice clothes, and they don’t have to have that as a problem.”
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“I would like to be a spoiled rich white girl. They get what they want, whenever they want it. They don’t have to really struggle with finances, nice things, nice clothes, and they don’t have to have that as a problem.”
“For Blue there are no boundaries or solutions.”

“Is it any wonder that so many of us, after a busy week of work, opt for a change of scene, as often as we can, rather than stay put and build the kind of community that we find so appealing elsewhere? The 17th-century French thinker Blaise Pascal suggested that this was down to humankind’s ‘secret instinct which impels them to seek amusement and occupation abroad.’ Alongside this urge, Pascal wrote, stood a contradictory pillar of self-knowledge: ‘That happiness in reality consists only of rest, and not in stir.’ In the case of the village mentality the contradiction is evident: We want the deep peace of belonging, but our itchy feet undermine our ability to put in the hours.”

“When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.”
“At some point, you have to set down the past. At some point, you have to accept that everyone was doing their best. At some point, you have to gather yourself up, and go onward into your life.”
“Fuck green card! I don’t even want to be an American. The trains are so slow and I never know how much to tip.”
“Arriving to my hotel that night, I was terribly impressed. As much as art was introducing me to new realms of thinking and seeing, it also really seemed to be getting me places. Over 30 years later, and after editing my first recorded conversation with the woman who has since become the grande dame of art collecting, I now realize that it must have felt the same for Ingvild Goetz. The journeys, the encounters, the stimulation she had enjoyed—talking about all this now she emanated a deep gratefulness. Even opening a public museum in one’s front yard is something she could still recommend. And why not? ‘Honestly,’ she says in our interview from page 190, ‘in all the years since, not a single guest has misbehaved.’”
“So many of us will accept adoration even if it’s not about us, even if it’s only about the perception of us. Or some service we provide. We are happy to be cast in other people’s plays so long as we’re given a role.”

“Is this the bar for horses or have I come to the wrong place?”


“It’s just a real gentle moment. I’m here by myself and I don’t mind. I kind of wish it could just stay like this for maybe a few years, or I just never moved out of this spot. I could just watch the light stay like this. And maybe somebody coming along and just putting their arms around me for a few minutes.”
“As long as they keep plying me with enough booze to kill a small show pony, I’ll be fine.”
“Introducing the idea of beauty as a salve and of aesthetics making something difficult accessible.”