“What matters in literature in the end is surely the idiosyncratic, the...” — Harold Bloom Quote

What matters in literature in the end is surely the idiosyncratic, the individual, the flavor or the color of a particular human suffering.

Indeed the three prophecies about the death of individual art are, in their different ways, those of Hegel, Marx, and Freud. I don't see any way of getting beyond those prophecies.

In fact, it is Shakespeare who gives us the map of the mind. It is Shakespeare who invents Freudian Psychology. Freud finds ways of translating it into supposedly analytical vocabulary.

We read not only because we cannot know enough people, but because friendship is so vulnerable, so likely to diminish or disappear, overcome by space, time, imperfect sympathies and all the sorrows of familial and passional life.

White people have always slipped in and out of the experiences of people of color and been praised extravagantly for it.

When you film someone, you're constantly searching for meaning or representational moments, right? These moments are in dialogue with moments you've seen before in films, specifically with people of color; certain types of humanizing touches or gazes. You're always confirming your own relationship to meaning.

If you don't know what makes green, you're going to try every color combination.

There's tons of little tricks that that go into making the perfect shoe, but I think color, comfort is really important and different sizes of heels.