Arizona Dream

"Good morning, Columbus." My mother's eternal words, reminding me America was already discovered, and that day-dreaming was a long way from life's truths.

...flying... and resting in the trees. I always knew I could, but I never told them. Once someone knows, they can make you fall.

What's the point of breathing if somebody already tells you the difference between an apple and a bicycle? If I bite a bicycle and ride an apple, then I'll know the difference.

Bullshit artist, artist, whatever. Art is art.

But thinking about what to do made me more tired than actually doing. I remember my father said: If you want to look at someone's soul, you have to look at their dreams. Then you'd have mercy for those who swim in bigger shit than your own.

Being caught in the dream of two women is the craziest storm of all. The battle isn't good and evil, but between weaker and stronger. The weaker is desperate for air.

— I wouldn't like anyone to sit on my head.
— You are still young. One eye begins to move to the other side.
— Then it's better to have both eyes on the same side?
— No. Different.
— What do you lose?
— Your other side. You lose something, but you also gain something.

Paul Leger: — I'd like to die when I'm 35. How? I'd take off all my clothes and get into a bathtub of ice-cold vodka. I'd have the TV in the room, watching "North by Northwest," when the airplane scene comes, I'd pull the TV into the tub. I hate that film!
Elaine Stalker: — I'd like to die as a little girl. I'd go up on the roof and jump off, and I'd be flying. I'd look down and see all the people, but instead of falling, I'd just fly, higher and higher. Axel, what about you?
Axel Blackmar: — I'd like to be thrown off a cliff, and my body could smash into the rocks. But I wouldn't want a lot of people at the funeral, looking at me. I don't want to be in the box, people staring at me.
Paul Leger: — You'll wind up living forever.
Elaine Stalker: — No. Grace, what about you?
Grace Stalker: — Me? I'm not gong to die. I'm going to live forever, until one day I'll wake up and I'll be a turtle.

But my father always said that work was like a hat you put on your head. And even without pants, you didn't have to be ashamed of your ass.

— When it becomes an adult, one eye moves across, joins the other. Why do they do that? Maybe it's like a... A badge of maturity. They passed
through the nightmare.
— Nightmare?
— The nightmare that separates children from adults.

Because in the middle of a storm, you can't turn back.