Entry: (Mencari) Pembenaran Monday, May 19, 2008

She lives for her cigs, and is quite happy to die for them, she says. "For me smoking is like looking at your soul," she says in a rasping hybrid accent. "There is something extraordinarily poetic about smoking - from the gesture of holding a cigarette, turning it on, smoking it, the taste of it, the smell of it, I love every-thing about smoking."

She has no truck with the kill-joys who want to stop us doing all the things that we enjoy - simply because it might prolong our life. "Anything that has a relationship with pleasure we reject it. Eating, they talk about cholesterol; making love, they talk about Aids; you talk about smoking, they talk about cancer. It's a very sick society that rejects pleasure." She's working herself up into a climax of disgust.

"Why should we live like sick people just to give some fresh meat to the ground? I hope my meat is so rotten no worm in the whole universe will want to come and eat it. I want to be rotten to accept the idea of dying. Every day you live you get one day closer to death. If you are never born you will never die. Giving birth is also giving death." She smiles, having hit on the solution to combating death.

(Marjane Satrapi, dari wawancara dengan Simon Hattenstone, The Guardian, "Confessions of Miss Mischief")

Dan, oh, ini satu lagi,

"He is completely unbearable, narcissistic, egocentric but also lovely and charming. That's actually how I see myself. You have to be narcissistic to be an artist. You have to think you are the centre of the whole thing otherwise why do you create? The only thing is to recognise it, and then you make the best of it."



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