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The word for smoke should look like smoke -- the word for rain should look like rain...
Peter Greenaway
The game of Bees in the Trees is a variant of musical chairs and is best played with funeral music and in the open air. The object of the game is to sit down on a vacant chair when the music stops. If the chair sat in is occupied by bees, it is permissible to arrange a professional foul.
Peter Greenaway
How can an opera express this complicated question of bedsheets?
Peter Greenaway
Go on. Treat me like the page of a book. Your book.
Peter Greenaway
The pages are so harmonious in their proportion / disharmony in the contents is impossible.
Peter Greenaway
You see how even an illness can be romanticized. Tuberculosis got the treatment: Keats, the Lady of the Camellias, the foggy dew, and so on. We must make romantic literature out of cancer -- can you imagine that?
Peter Greenaway
Is this a book exhausted from too much reading? Or too little reading?
Peter Greenaway
No we mustn't! She'll have us all audited.
Peter Greenaway
... like us? Counting up the minutes -- have we spent half an hour together?
Peter Greenaway
There is nothing more splendid than the prospect of sitting in the morning before a new ink-stone and a sheet of white paper. The smell of the white paper is like the scent of the skin of a new lover who has just paid a surprise visit out of a rainy garden. And the black ink is like lacquered hair. And the quill? Well the quill is like the instrument of pleasure whose purpose is never in doubt but whose surprising efficiency one always -- always forgets.
Peter Greenaway
What quaint English. They make an unpredictable linguistic duo.
Peter Greenaway
There is another earthquake in Kyoto. We appreciate it lyrically. A slide of dust slips along a roof gully. A large tree of golden petals shakes and the petals drift to the floor. Birds fly up. Bottles of clear liquid in a shop quiver on a shelf. The water in a puddle shimmers reflections up a wall. A collection of grey roof tiles shift and -- ever faster -- begin to slide down a roof slope.
Peter Greenaway
All this takes many clumsy and inexact word-descriptions to describe, but if we read paintings like we read books, it would not be such a hidden language for painting can effortlessly produce such elegant solutions.
Peter Greenaway
Inspiration: A miasma originating in the head that pollutes the body and irritates good sense.
Peter Greenaway
We must ask Kito to come over.
Peter Greenaway
The moistened thumb of the expectant reader has not yet marked the soft tissues of this lean clean smiling volume. Spread me, and break me open, for pleasure.
Peter Greenaway
Lincoln: A politician who enjoyed the theatre and died because of its convenient darknesses. A celebrated make of car. A town in Lincolnshire, England. A certain colour green.
Peter Greenaway
Two lifetimes -- yours and mine.
Peter Greenaway
The book to end all books. The final book. After this, there is no more writing, no more publishing.
Peter Greenaway
That sounds like a disadvantage.
Peter Greenaway
Delivery: A postal or natal event.
Peter Greenaway
You could spend a lifetime reading in here.
Peter Greenaway
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