Chris Kraus, I Love Dick Quotes
...to understand infatuation, how the loved person can become a holding pattern for all the tattered ends of memory, experience and thought you've ever had.
No woman is an island-ess. We fall in love in hope of anchoring ourselves to someone else, to keep from falling.
We suicide ourselves for our own survival. Is there any hope of dipping back into the past and circling round it like you can in art?
If art's a seismographic project, when that project meets with failure, failure must become the subject too.
When you're living so intensely in your head there isn't any different between what you imagine and what actually takes place. Therefore, you're both omnipotent and powerless.
Desire isn't lack, it's surplus energy - a claustrophobia inside your skin -.