She wasn't happy, but then she wasn't unhappy. She wasn't anything. But I don't believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be something inside, if only to keep the skin from collapsing. This vacant eye, listless hand, this damask cheek dusted like a doughnut with plastic powder, had to have a memory or a dream.

I'M NOT A "BEEN HUMAN"
I'M NOT A "TO BE HUMAN"
I'M ALWAYS A "HUMAN BEING"

We are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known

And she could never give me an answer. And I realized that, you know, I had a problem on my hands.

David Gest

Quotes by David Gest

Written By David Gest

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