Intelligence develops at differing rates. It's a mistake to
decree that a year's progress must take place within exactly one
year, no more and no less.
--excerpt from
Akira Kurosawa's: Something Like an Autobiography
When someone is told over and over again that he's no good at
something, he loses more and more confidence and eventually
does become poor at it. Conversely, if he's told he's good at
something, his confidence builds and he actually becomes
better at it. While a person is born with strengths and
weaknessess as part of his heredity, they can be greatly
altered by later influences.
--excerpt from
Akira Kurosawa's: Something Like an Autobiography
As if Japan weren't small enough to begin with, I fail to
understand why it is necessary to think of it in even smaller
units. No matter where I go in the world, although I can't
speak any foreign language, I don't feel out of place. I
think of the earth as my home. If everyone thought this way, people
might notice just how foolish international friction is, and
they would put an end to it.
--excerpt from
Akira Kurosawa's: Something Like an Autobiography
A famous haiku by Bashoo:
An old pond
A frog jumps in --
the sound of the water.
--excerpt from
Akira Kurosawa's: Something Like an Autobiography
...people are subject to what is called destiny. This destiny
lies not so much in their environment or their position in
life as within their individual personality as it adapts to
that environment and that position.
--excerpt from
Akira Kurosawa's: Something Like an Autobiography
If a meaningless person says something is meaningless, that's
probably proof that it isn't meaningless; and if a boring
person says something is boring, that's probably proof that
it's interesting.
--excerpt from
Akira Kurosawa's: Something Like an Autobiography
I am not a special person. I am not especially strong; I am not
especially gifted. I simply do not like to show my weakness,
and I hate to lose, so I am a person who tries hard. That's
all there is to me.
--excerpt from
Akira Kurosawa's: Something Like an Autobiography
At dawn Jay turned towards Lillian lying beside him and his first
kiss reached her through the net of her hair. Her eyes were
closed, her nerves asleep, but under his hand her body
slipped down a dune into warm waves lapping over each other,
rippling her skin. Jay's sensual thrusts wakened the dormant walls
of flesh, and tongues of fire flicked towards his hard
lashings piercing the kernal of mercury, disrupting a current
of fire through the veins. The burning fluid of ecstacy
eddying madly and breaking, loosening a river of pulsations. The
core of ecstacy bursting to the rhythmic pounding, until his
hard thrusts spurted burning fluid against the walls of flesh,
impulsion within the womb like a thunderbolt.
--excerpt from Children of the Albatross by
Anaïs Nin
Words are magical. Intellectual banquets. Orgies of ideas.
--Anaïs Nin
The greatest suffering does not come from living, from mirages,
from the unattainable dreams of Don Quixote, but from
AWAKENING. There is no greater pain than awakening from a
dream.
--Anaïs Nin
Diary Volume IV
"Flirt" is a mild word for my behavior. I like to arouse feelings,
and I like to pretend. I like to create confidence between
the man I am interested in and me, so that I may know him
well, deeply, and so that he may know me, and enjoy me,
without ever owning me. I give a great deal, too, so that I may
have no remorse.
--excerpt from
Anaïs Nin
Diary entry July 16, 1928
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