"The mistake one makes about Pierre is to see him as someone who is fundamentally sad. He is a pathetic character who makes out just fine. He has his own sources of oxygen. [..] He is at ease with his craziness, organized in his solitude. Mysterious. He’s there, with you, he jokes around. And at the same time, you don’t know who he is. Without writing a novel about it, he is someone who is perfectly capable of disappearing without a trace. He leaves a deep impression on you. You go for years without seeing him and suddenly, you wonder: „But where is he?”…"
Sophie Calle, The Address Book
"At the beginning of the illness I had the feeling that there was something wrong with my attitude, and that I was to some extent responsible for the mishap. But when one follows the path of individuation, when one lives one’s own life, one must take mistakes into the bargain; life would not be complete without them. There is no guarantee not for a single moment that we will not fall into error or stumble into deadly peril. We may think there is a sure road. But that would be the road of death. Then nothing happens any longer at any rate, not the right things. Anyone who takes the sure road is as good as dead."
When did you last die?
What gets you out of bed in the morning?
What became of your childhood dreams?
What sets you apart from everyone else?
What is missing from your life?
Do you think that everyone can be an artist?
Where do you come from?
Do you find your lot an enviable one?
What have you given up?
What do you do with your money?
What household task gives you the most trouble?
What are your favourite pleasures?
What would you like to receive for your birthday?
Cite three living artists whom you detest.
What do you stick up for?
What are you capable of refusing?
What is the most fragile part of your body?
What has love made you capable of doing?
What do other people reproach you for?
What does art do for you?
Write your epitaph.
In what form would you like to return?
A togetherness between two people is an impossibility, and where it seems, nevertheless, to exist, it is a narrowing, a reciprocal agreement which robs either one party or both of his fullest freedom and development. But, once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue to exist, a wonderful living side by side can grow up, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole and against a wide sky.
Ranier Maria Rilke
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