Black, for him, is absolutely not the colour of mourning, is absolutely not sad. In the black you have all the colours. Black is a way to be arrogant, shy and to tell people ‘I am very quiet, leave me alone’.
— Irene Silvagni about Yohji Yamamoto. (via whatjdid)
To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.
— Arundhati Roy. (I wish I could tattoo this entire piece of prose on my body.)