— You looked at me and you tell me I’m a schizophrenic paranoia. Just how do you know?
— Because you got the psychological testings.
— Such as? A test which asks me how many times do I go to the toilet? Do I believe in God? How ridiculous can you get!? Obviously, you pick out this on your test, and you know, this is your test. It says: “How often do your friends go to the toilet”, right? Then it says: “Do you believe in God? Do you love your mother? Do you love your father?”. It is really, I should say, none, not the business of any kind of doctor or physiologist.

Titicut Follies, Wiseman

«There is one great factor that influences the war in Southeast Asia, this is this: America’s the female part of the earth world and she’s sex crazy. Her sexiness brings on wars, like the sperm that is injected, injected by man into a woman, and by a woman in her own body. It has the same effect».

Titicut Follies, F. Wiseman

«Il tempo è maturo per buttare via i copioni e per pedinare gli uomini con la macchina da presa».

Cesare Zavattini

True art is never where it is expected to be: in the place where no one considers it, nor names it. Art hates to be recognised and greeted by its name. It runs away immediately. Art is a person in love with anonymity. As soon as it’s unmasked, as soon as someone points the finger, it runs away. It leaves in its place a prize stooge wearing on it’s back a great placard marked ART, which everybody immediately showers with champagne, and which lecturers lead from town to town with a ring through its nose. That is false Art”.
Jean Dubuffet

Le stradine di Tangeri in “Only Lovers Left Alive

— And this is the famous Michigan Theatre. They built it back in the 1920’s.
It was huge on the money. It was built ironically on the exact same site where Henry Ford made his very first prototype. It used to be seats for over 4000 people in here.
— It’s fantastic. For what, for concerts?
— Concerts and as a movie house, can you imagine? Mirrors used to reflect the chandeliers. And now, a car park.

Only Lovers Left Alive, Jim Jarmusch

«How can you have lived for so long and still not get it? This self-obsession is a waste… of living! It could be spent on surviving things, appreciating nature, nurturing kindness, and friendship… and dancing!».

Only Lovers Left Alive, Jim Jarmusch

— What about all your heroes?
— I don’t have heroes.
— No? What about your blessed scientists?
— The scientists!? Look what they’ve done to them! Pythagoras, slaughtered. Galileo, imprisoned. Copernicus, ridiculed. Poor old Newton pushed into secrecy in alchemy. Tesla, destroyed. His beautiful possibilities completely ignored. And still bitching about Darwin. Still. So much for the scientists.

Only Lovers Left Alive, Jim Jarmusch

"Il segno si decifra, l’apparenza non si deve as-so-lu-ta-men-te decifrare. Non esiste proprio al mondo che l’apparenza si decifri. Un piccolo cannino, e l’esame è fatto."

Enrico Fiabeschi, Paz!

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