Andy Couturier famous quotes

I thought I should make a place to bring light down into this world. All things that become realities start in that place of someone imagining them.
-- Andy Couturier

#Reality #Light #World

What art should do, I think, is advance the generation into the next era. It should be one step ahead of the ordinary, ahead of what is already known. Art is what pulls on the next age. I’m not saying that my art is that, but that it would be good if it could be.
-- Andy Couturier

#Art #Thinking #Age

I think all people want freedom, but they've got this idea inserted into their head about money.
-- Andy Couturier

#Thinking #Ideas #People

Sometimes just to touch the ground is enough for me, even if not a single thing grows from what I plant.
-- Andy Couturier

#Sometimes #Enough #Plant

Time is what we have in this life, and how we use it determines what our life is.
-- Andy Couturier

#Use #Life Is #This Life

Often I'll go outside and just place my hands on the soil, even if there's no work to do on it. When I am filled with worries, I do that and I can feel the energy of the mountains and of the trees.
-- Andy Couturier

#Hands #Worry #Tree

Why is it that so many people start to value money so much that they trade in most of the hours and years of their life in order to get it?
-- Andy Couturier

#Order #Years #People

Get up now and go and find Robert Kilroy-Silk. Smile in a warm, friendly sort of way, then punch him on the nose. Now go and find Robert on television, despite my best endeavours, this is still relatively easy to do. Wait for a close-up, same smile, and punch him on the nose. If you followed the instructions carefully, you will have noticed a distinct difference. On the one hand, you were suffused with a sense of public-spirited righteousness; on the other, you're probably dribbling blood. That's the difference between reality in life and reality on television.

The language itself is what gets me interested in writing. It's weird to me that words exist. Never a dull moment with words. They're a layer between our minds and the physical reality around us, obviously, but the layer seems like it's always in flux, like an asteroid belt, constantly moving.

We coin concepts and we use them to analyse and explain nature and society. But we seem to forget, midway, that these concepts are our own constructs and start equating them with reality.

The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers' meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.

In the light of what Proust wrote with so mild a stimulus, it is the world's loss that he did not have a heartier appetite. On a dozen Gardiner's Island oysters, a bowl of clam chowder, a peck of steamers, some bay scallops, three sauteed soft-shelled crabs, a few ears of fresh picked corn, a thin swordfish steak of generous area, a pair of lobsters, and a Long Island Duck, he might have written a masterpiece.

I am in awe of the things you've been put through and the fact you can still light up a room when you walk in. When I look at you I see life. I see joy. I see my future.

God help us if we ever take the theater out of the auction business or anything else. It would be an awfully boring world.

Aggressive Christianity is the world's greatest need.

As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow.

I thought religion would make me live with my head in the clouds, but as often as not, it grounds me in this world.