To understand art is to kill art. It was not made to be understood, it does not exist to be understood. Do you understand love? Do you understand the sky? To feel art - to feel it break your heart and make you unreasonably happy, to feel its hope despite its hopelessness, to feel its anger and destructiveness - this is art. Let it take you over and let it overwhelm you. Let it hurt you. Let it change you. Let it stab you in the chest and make you bleed, let it make you high and bring you down. Let it make you want to change the world, and let it tell you that you can’t. Let it make you feel, let it make you feel, let it make you feel.
It doesn’t matter how long we’ve used something; all that matters is how awesome the thing replacing it is. MP3s and automobiles happen to be really, really awesome, whereas ebooks—at least so far—are fairly limited in their awesomeness.
Everyone thinks she fucks around, but all she wants to do is fall in love every night.