henri cartier-bresson
i want to be eighty six years old and looking at the world with bright eyes. he was ninety five.
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But I need a place where I can shout and weep. I record here the hysteria life causes in me. The overflow of an undisciplined extravagance. To hell with taste and art, with all contractions and polishings. Here I shout, I dance, I weep, I gnash my teeth, I go mad -- all by myself, in bad English, in chaos. It will keep me sane for the world and for art. - anais nin - my goddess
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