Braschi Quotes & Sayings

Poetry must find ways of breaking distance ... all languages are dialects that are made to break new grounds. — Giannina Braschi

I have nothing against the smell of rot but something against what hides the smell of rot in the United States of America. — Giannina Braschi

Coal is My Worst Nightmare. — Steven Chu

Solitude goes wherever you go, traveler. — Giannina Braschi

What is liberty? The measure of dignity. — Giannina Braschi

We were fighting for them in wars against people that we had more in common with than with the United States of Banana. — Giannina Braschi

A baby is expected. A trip is expected. News is expected. Forgetfulness is expected. An invitation is expected. Hope is expected. But memories are not expected. They just come. — Giannina Braschi

It's true that things are beautiful when they work. Art is function. — Giannina Braschi

Respect you love one enough to know thay can handle your truth — Iyanla Vanzant

Only what is fated to die is capable of living. Only what dies lives. — Giannina Braschi

There were some that were of so rare a beauty that my pleasure on catching sight of them was enhanced by surprise. By what privilege, on one morning rather than another, did the window on being uncurtained disclose to my wondering eyes the nymph Glauconome, whose lazy beauty, gently breathing, had the transparence of a vaporous emerald beneath whose surface I could see teeming the ponderable elements that coloured it? She made the sun join in her play, with a smile rendered languorous by an invisible haze which was nought but a space kept vacant about her translucent surface, which, thus curtailed, became more appealing, like those goddesses whom the sculptor carves in relief upon a block of marble, the rest of which he leaves unchiselled. So, in her matchless colour, she invited us out over those rough terrestrial roads, from which, seated beside Mme. de Villeparisis in her barouche, we should see, all day long and without ever reaching it, the coolness of her gentle palpitation. — Marcel Proust

If your cat falls out of a tree, go indoors to laugh. — Pat Hitchcock

I love hiccups and I love sneezes and I love blinks and I love belches and I love gluttons. I love hair. I love bears. For me, the round. For me, the world. — Giannina Braschi

him from sailing would go away, but when — Laurie Fabiano

Who gave you a gun?'
'The army.'
'Why?'
'That's what the army does, Simon. — A. Ashley Straker

Metaphors and Similes are the beginning of the democratic system of envy. — Giannina Braschi

Love is not a candle burning down. Life is. And love and life are not the same or else Love, having choice, nobody would ever die. — Charles Bukowski

The president, the secretary of state, the businessman, the preacher, the vendor, the spies, the clients and managers - all walking around Wall Street like chickens with their heads cut off - rushing to escape bankruptcy - plotting to melt down the Statue of Liberty - to press more copper pennies - to breed more headless chickens - to put more feathers in their caps - medals, diplomas, stock certificates, honorary doctorates - eggs and eggs of headless chickens - multitaskers - system hackers - who never know where they're heading
northward, backward, eastward, forward, and never homeward - (where is home) - home is in the head - (but the head is cut off) - and the nest is full of banking forms and Easter eggs with coins inside. Beheaded chickens, how do you breed chickens with their heads cut off? By teaching them how to bankrupt creativity. — Giannina Braschi

Talent finds its models, methods, and ends in society, exists for exhibition, and goes to the soul only for power to work. Genius is its own end, and draws its means and the style of its architecture from within. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

You can ruin your life wanting to be an actor. — Bill Nighy

Airbnb is undervalued. — Peter Thiel

Banks are the temples of America. This is a holy war. Our economy is our religion. — Giannina Braschi

Nativity is the enemy of prophecy. — Giannina Braschi

If you want to know what love is, have a child. If you want to know what pain is, bury him. — Giannina Braschi

Questions don't change the truth. But they give it motion. — Giannina Braschi

Good God, what did they all see in him? for I swear there was all there was of him, inside and out; though they said he was a good soldier. Yet, Leonora adored him with a passion that was like an agony, and hated him with an agony that was as bitter as the sea. How could he arouse anything like a sentiment, in anybody? — Ford Madox Ford

Marketers keep inventing desires, necessities for you and for me. I need this. I need that. I need. I need. It's the need of a smoking fit. If you don't smoke that cigarette now, you'll die-when in reality you die because you succumb to the rage and rattle of the needy greed that keeps you busy needing more and more things. Is this the American Dream-the greedy need? — Giannina Braschi

Ambulances always come with clouds of smoke. And then they disappear in a whistle. But what they bring is fear. Not freedom. Feardom is what they bring. And they bring fire and smoke. Oh, my nerves are bad tonight, yes, bad. I fear freedom. I, above all, fear the freedom that is above all feardom. — Giannina Braschi

Zarathustra: Do you have words? Do your words belong to you?
Giannina: No, my answer is no. I have no property in the dictionary. Words are anonymous like the disenfranchised masses that haven't been weighed - or named - or framed. My words belong to those who don't belong. — Giannina Braschi