Ive - Quotes
I`ve been in love with the same woman for forty-one years. If my wife finds out, she`ll kill me.
I`ve made billions of dollars of failures [...]. None of those things are fun, but also they don`t matter. What matters is companies that don`t continue to experiment or embrace failure eventually get in the position where the only thing they can do is make a Hail Mary bet at the end of their corporate existence. I don`t believe in bet-the-company bets.
We`re only getting older baby
And I`ve been thinking about it lately
Does it ever drive you crazy
Just how fast the night changes
Everything that you`ve ever dreamed of
Disappearing when you wake up
But there`s nothing to be afraid of...
I don`t think I`ve mastered anything. I`m still wrestling with the same frustrations, the same issues, the same problems as I always did. That`s what life is like.
I`ve got a jet black heart
And there`s a hurricane underneath it
Trying to keep us apart
I write with a poison pen
But these chemicals moving between us
Are the reason to start again.
I`ve got seven kids. The three words you hear most around my house are `hello,` `goodbye,` and `I`m pregnant`.
The strongest feelings I`ve had in my life are when love has gone right and when love has gone bad. And I think strong feelings make good songs.
I`ve been really interested in how people`s physicality can manipulate their emotions, as opposed to emotions manipulating someone`s physicality.
I don`t give a damn
`Bout my reputation
I`ve never been afraid of any deviation
An` I don`t really care
If ya think I`m strange
I ain`t gonna change.
I`ve lived long enough to know that any promise made beside the word "forever" is no more than a lie agreed upon. There is no forever. Everything moves towards its end. And the closer we get to ours, the louder that clock ticks, the less a sane man would let a promise deprive him of happiness.
Our present swarms with traces of our past. We are histories of ourselves, narratives. I am not this momentary mass of flesh reclined on the sofa typing the letter a on my laptop; I am my thoughts full of the traces of the phrases that I am writing; I am my mother`s caresses, and the serene kindness with which my father calmly guided me; I am my adolescent travels; I am what my reading has deposited in layers in my mind; I am my loves, my moments of despair, my friendships, what I`ve written, what I`ve heard; the faces engraved on my memory. I am, above all, the one who a minute ago made a cup of tea for himself. The one who a moment ago typed the word "memory" into his computer. The one who just composed the sentence that I am now completing. If all this disappeared, would I still exist? I am this long, ongoing novel. My life consists of it.