#ma

I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life. ↗

— Edgar Rice Burroghs

#curse #emotions #hate #her #i

My parents had this relationship that was really terrifying. I mean, the level of hatred that they had, and the level of physical abuse - my mother would beat up my father, basically - and I think I was drawn to images on television that were bright and reflective. ↗

— Augusten Burroughs

#basically #beat #bright #drawn #father

I like to make the mundane fabulous whenever I can. ↗

— Rufus Wainwright

#i #i can #like #make #mundane

We can make mayors and officers every year, but not scholars. ↗

— Robert Burton

#make #mayors #officers #scholars #year

Blessed is the man who has some congenial work, some occupation in which he can put his heart, and which affords a complete outlet to all the forces there are in him. ↗

— John Burroughs

#blessed #complete #congenial #forces #heart

Every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. ↗

— William S. Burroughs

#advantage #being #every #every man #himself

If I was going to make a broad generalisation, I'd say that I prefer the company of women. People know now that I live with Mike Figgis, but I prefer not to talk about it. On one level, privacy is important, but on another level I have no desire to deny certain things. ↗

— Saffron Burrows

#another #broad #certain #certain things #company

It helps being from somewhere other than Hollywood, not having grown up with that sense of film-making. I really wasn't exposed to that as a young woman. ↗

— Saffron Burrows

#exposed #film-making #grown #having #helps

Once you get into your stride, the camera becomes like another person in the room. It's like being in a very small theatre where there is no getting away with anything because the audience is centimetres away from you. ↗

— Saffron Burrows

#anything #audience #away #because #becomes

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death. ↗

— Bram Stoker

#beauty