Who is AZU ?
“Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle.”
On Writing
“if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.”
People
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes, ‘Awww!'”
On Being in Love
“We think of it as a sort of traffic accident of the heart. It is an emotion that scares us more than cruelty, more than violence, more than hatred. We allow ourselves to be foiled by the vagueness of the word. After all, love requires the utmost vulnerability. We equip someone with freshly sharpened knives; strip naked; then invite him to stand close. What could be scarier?”
Knowledge
«Ἓν οἶδα ὅτι οὐδὲν οἶδα» – I know that I know nothing
On Faith
“Irrevocable commitment to any religion is not only intellectual suicide; it is positive unfaith because it closes the mind to any new vision of the world. Faith is, above all, open-ness — an act of trust in the unknown.”
The Book: On the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are by Alan Watts
Money
«Много ли человеку земли нужно?»
On Hate
« C’est l’histoire d’une société qui tombe et qui, au fur et à mesure de sa chute, se répète sans cesse pour se rassurer : ‘Jusqu’ici tout va bien, jusqu’ici tout va bien… Jusqu’ici tout va bien’. Mais l’important n’est pas la chute, c’est l’atterrissage.»
Humanity
« … there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it. »
On Death
“Lorsqu’on sort de Tunis par la porte qui conduit aux ruines de Carthage, on trouve un cimetière : sous un palmier dans un coin de ce cimetière, on m’a montré un tombeau qu’on appelle le tombeau du dernier Abencerage. Il n’a rien de remarquable, la pierre sépulcrale en est tout unie ; seulement, d’après une coutume des Maures, on a creusé au milieu de cette pierre un léger enfoncement avec le ciseau. L’eau de la pluie serassemble au fond de cette coupe funèbre et sert, dans un climat brûlant, à désaltérer l’oiseau du ciel.”
Les Aventures du dernier Abencérage by François-René de Chateaubriand
Love
“If you love and get hurt, love more.
If you love more and hurt more, love even more.
If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more…”
Not By Shakespeare