Sadness and also triangle. (Watch The Beach Rats.)

Tur vispār  pusorķestris ir seksīgs. Tāpat kā viss no Bernsteina.

(Šajā gadījumā "Cha-cha" (andantino con grazia) no Symphonic Dances.)

Viendien Ņevzorovs stāstīja, kā jaunais čekists puķins, censdamies uzkalpoties, terorizējis viņa meitu, cilvēktiesību aktīvisti Lidiju Kornejevnu. 

1) Viņa vienmēr staigājusi milzu zābakos (vai varbūt milzu vāļinkos) un vienmēr ilgi un rūpīgi berzusi kājas uz kājslauķa pie durvīm. Tāpēc čekas leitnants puķins izdomājis paliet viņai zem kājslauķa saulespuķu eļļu. Vecenīte slīdējusi un kritusi. Bijušas gan šuves, gan lūzumi.

2) Uz vecumu viņa jau bija gandrīz akla. Tāpēc lasīšanai izmantojusi milzu lupu, bet, lai varētu rakstīt savas disidentiskās slejas, cīņubiedri viņai no Rietumiem sūtījuši trekna kalibra melnos flomasterus. Čekistam puķinam pasts par katru sūtījumu ziņu deva pirmajam. Un Maskavā viņš dabūja godarakstu par to, ka vismaz trīs gadījumos bija ieradies pastā, un nogriezis visiem flomasteriem mīkstos flaneļa rakstāmos galiņus, pirms tie nonāk pie adresātes.

(Lidijas tētis attēlā, smuks un vajāts reizē tiešā un netiešā sakarā.)

Paspēju uztaisīt skrīnšotu tieši vienu dienu pirms tam, kad Eho likvidēja.

Tomēr apprecējās, eh. Lai gan tikai vecumdienās.

Stāv man uz tām kalsnajām sejām (un intelekta pazīmēm). Neko nevaru ar sevi iesākt.

Jo vairāk tad, ja radars griežas kā vilciņš.

"Friends jokingly coined term "a dirac" which stands for a smallest number of words possible to speak in one hour while still taking part in the conversation. It's a sort of a unit of shyness."

Mr. Macfarlane: "Do you have any views about sources and springs of poetic expression?"

Mr. Steiner: "My sadness is, that I haven't had certain printing errors, which commit you to immortality. Thomas Nash, contemporary of Shakespeare, rival of Shakespeare, very envious of Shakespeare, translates Villon. Not translates in our sense, but adapts the famous ballads of Villon. He translates beautifully a French line about Helen of Troy: "And as she goes grey, brightness falls from her hair."  Very beautiful line. 

His printer misreads the manuscript and gives us "the brightness falls from the air". One of the great lines in world poetry, for which Nash is remembered. The luck of that error - that too can be a great creation."

Mr. Savage: "There's often an ignorance. Young gays and lesbians are raised by older gays and lesbians. You know, Jewish kids with Jewish parents will hear about Massada and Warsaw Uprising, because they learn Jewish culture from their Jewish family. Gay kids are raised almost invariably by heterosexual parents. Often by heterosexual parents, who are hostile to gay culture and hostile to their gay kids, seeking to deprive them of role models. Young gay kids, when they first came out, were usually really ignorant about gay history. By the time they're 30, they've usually educated themselves and learned some things about gay history along the way. But 18, 19, 20 years old gay kids ar ignorant by design. Not by the fault of their own."

Mr. Louis: "I realized that all the things, that I considered personal, when I was a kid, in fact were political. Even the tears of Eddy were political, because they were allowed by a certain political and sociological context in a certain country at the certain time."

From Fire Island Polaroid series by Tom Bianchi.

All probably dead by now. (So keep calm and move on.)

Mr. Crisp: "But the crowning moment of Evita's entire career as a political stylist came, when she rose in her box in the opera house in Buenos Aires to make a speech. She lifted her hands to the crowd, and as she did so, with the sound like trucks in a railway siding, the diamond bracelets slid from her wrists. When the expensive clatter had died away, her speech began: "We, the shirtless...""

Ms. Arendt: "The personal problem did not lie in what our enemies did. But in what our friends did."

Ms Lebowitz: "If you know, that people who are watching you do the thing, have those immensly high standards, you're gonna be better. If you wrote something and you know, that the audience will get every little thing, you'll work to get every little thing in. I think of it as a collaboration. They appreciated it. They knew what you were doing. I think, that no matter what's your art form is, to have that type of audience is a tremendous boon to an artist. I don't think that it really exists anymore."

Mr. Miller: "It led me to have this sort of scene of Marie Antoinette in a tumbril, trying to comfort her maid, sobbing on the way to guillotine. And saying: "It is alright, Vivi, I know that I am going to be Shirley MacLaine! Whoever that is." The thing is, that there's no room in Shirley MacLaine for Marie Antoinette. Shirley MacLaine is working flat out of being Shirley MacLaine. And she can't entertain a lodger! Particularily, a disembodied lodger."

Mr. Fry's advice on how to cope with homophobic bullies, if met: "Don't touch me, don't touch me! You'll give me an erection!"