Quotes About Authenticity

Paint what you like and die happy

Every time you come to the limit of what is demanded of you, you are faced with the same problem-to be yourself!

Great God! What have I turned into? What right have you people to clutter up my life, steal my time, probe my soul, suckle my thoughts, have me for your companion, confidant, and information bureau? What do you take me for? Am I an entertainer on salary, required every evening to play an intellectual farce under your stupid noses? Am I a slave, bought and paid for, to crawl on my belly in front of you idlers and lay at your feet all that I do and all that I know?

Whatever I do is done out of sheer joy; I drop my fruits like a ripe tree. What the general reader or the critic makes of them is not my concern.

I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps, but I will sing.

I had to learn to think, feel and see in a totally new fashion, in an uneducated way, in my own way, which is the hardest thing in the world. I had to throw myself into the current, knowing that I would probably sink. The great majority of artists are throwing themselves in with life-preservers around their necks, and more often than not it is the life-preserver which sinks them.

But there was a streak in me, a perverse one, which prevented me from giving the essential self. This perversity always voiced itself thus: Reveal your true self and they will mutilate you.

There are times when I myself no longer know whether I said and did the things I report or whether I dreamed them up. Anyway, I always dream true. If I lie a bit now and then it is mainly in the interest of truth.

From the time you wake up until the moment you go to bed it's all a lie, all a sham and a swindle. Everybody knows it, and everybody collaborates in the perpetuation of the hoax. That's why we look so goddamned disgusting to one another.

A child has no need to write, he is innocent. A man writes to throw off the poison which he has accumulated because of his false way of life.

They were painfully clean. But inwardly they stank. Never once did they opened the door that leads to the soul; never once did they dream of taking a blind leap into the dark.

I had to grow foul with knowledge, realize the futility of everything; smash everything, grow desperate, then humble, then sponge myself off the slate, as it were, in order to recover my authenticity. I had to arrive at the brink and then take a leap in the dark.

what does it matter how one comes by the truth so long as one pounces upon it and lives by it?

Se houvesse um homem que ousase dizer tudo quanto pensa deste mundo, não lhe restaria um palmo quadrado de terra onde ficar.

For me the book is the man and my book is the man I am, the confused man, the negligent man, the recklass man, the lusty, obscene, boisterous, thoughtful, scrupulous, lying, diabolically thruthful man that I am.

Eu,una,n-am s? fiu niciodat? mam?,a declarat Stasia.Am ras cu to?ii.Nici so?ie nu am s? fiu vreodat?;Doamne,e destul de complicat s? fii femeie.Ur?sc femeile!Toate-s ni?te c??ele scarboase,chiar cele mai bune dintre ele.Eu o s? fiu ceea ce sunt:o impostoare care joac? rolul de femeie.

The one thing I have insisted on with all of my friends, regardless of class or station in life, is to be able to speak truthfully. If I cannot be open and frank with a friend, or he with me, I drop him.

What is not in the open street is false, derived, that is to say, literature.

Ik kwam er achter dat ik er mijn hele leven heus niet naar had verlang om te leven - als wat anderen doen tenminste leven genoemd kan worden - maar wel om mezelf te kunnen uitdrukken.

Can you stop dead, and without thinking, radiate the truth which you know?

Tampoco seré esposa. Joder, ya es bastante difícil ser mujer. ¡Detesto a las mujeres! Todas son unos bichos, hasta las mejores. Yo seré lo que soy: alguien que interpreta el papel de mujer.

I can never go back on what I've written. If it was not good, it was true; if it was not artistic, it was sincere; if it was in bad taste, it was on the side of life.

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One doesn't want appreciation... one wants response. To tell you the truth, I don't know what I want of you, or of anybody for that matter. I want more than I get, that's all I know. I want you to step out of your skin - I want everybody to strip down, not just to the flesh, but the soul.