We are not born cowardly or lazy; we choose to be these things. We are responsible for what we are. We are alone, without excuses. This is what I mean when I say that man is condemned to be free. If many people dislike this philosophy [existentialism] it is because they prefer to make excuses for themselves, to tell themselves that circumstances were against them. "I have not had a great love, or a great friendship, but it’s because I did not meet the right man or woman," they say. "If I have not written very good books, it’s because I haven’t the leisure time to do it," they say. The way I see it, all these people are simply lying to themselves about their freedom.
Beirut — PLAYED 3,255 TIMES
Cliquot//Beirut (The Flying Club Cup)
But what melody will lead my lover from his bed?
What melody will see him in my arms again?
I’ll sing of the walls of the well
And the house at the top of the hill
I’ll sing of the bottles of wine
That we left on our old windowsill
I’ll sing of the years you will spend
Getting sadder and older, oh love
How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
I hate slick and pretty things. I prefer mistakes and accidents. Which is why I like things like cuts and bruises - they’re like little flowers. I’ve always said that if you have a name for something, like ‘cut’ or ‘bruise,’ people will automatically be disturbed by it. But when you see the same thing in nature, and you don’t know what it is, it can be very beautiful.