…we live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessities
I showed up in LA with $500 and a backpack and I stayed at a shelter, so nobody handed me anything. I worked for every single thing that I have.
Keep a thing seven years and you will find a use for it.
When we were young souls
On the junk-yard
Now we are stunned minds
Full of junk-goods.
But I feel your heartbeat
Just like mine
I feel your heartbeat
All the time.
"You're saving cocoons." That's what he'd say. "Corsets, in a way, you can never fit again. So why save them? You can't really prove you were ever young. Pictures? No, they lie. You're not the picture."
"Affidavits?"
"No, my dear, you're not the dates, or the ink, or the paper. You're not these trunks of junk and dust. You're only you, here, now— the present you."
— Hey, where did you find those?
— In the box, under my seat.
— Are they heavy?
— Yeah.
— Then they're expensive. Put them back.
There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.
I would stand in line for this
There's always room in life for this