3 years ago

I read something by [Jorge Luis] Borges where he spoke of a man who wanted to create a world. So he created houses, provinces, valleys, rivers, tools, fish, lovers, and then at the end of his life he notices that this ‘patient labyrinth is none other then his own portrait.’ I had quite this same feeling in the middle of Pierrot [le fou].

☛Jean-Luc Godard (b. 1930)

  1. melomaniax reblogged this from mallorylucille
  2. fayeuhngnihnwah reblogged this from youmightfindyourself
  3. anindiscriminatecollection reblogged this from youmightfindyourself
  4. okotoba reblogged this from youmightfindyourself
  5. mallorylucille reblogged this from youmightfindyourself and added:
    myfavorite
  6. thisisemilyjane reblogged this from youmightfindyourself
  7. lesmadeleines reblogged this from youmightfindyourself
  8. whatsworsethepainorthehangover reblogged this from youmightfindyourself
  9. llacigart reblogged this from youmightfindyourself
  10. fudgecookie18 reblogged this from youmightfindyourself
  11. simpleprose reblogged this from youmightfindyourself
  12. youmightfindyourself posted this