Todd Solondz Quotes

Repetition creates pattern. If I have a hundred of these, a hundred of those, it doesn't make any difference what these and those are. If I can repeat anything, I have the possibility of a pattern from hickory nuts and chicken eggs, shards of glass, branches. It doesn't make any difference.

One is but a shade of the other.

A people always ends by resembling its shadow.

The mirror to the beautiful is beautiful.

The truth is at the beginning of anything and its end are alike touching.

To the person that deals in visualizations, I suppose there is something rather exciting about a whole set of people - they all going symmetrically, up or down, in a military sort of precision.

A lot of music is mathematics. It's balance.

Much of what I make is geometric, and has a kind of almost mathematical logic to the form.

A pattern is a guide or a model. Patterns are used in sewing and knitting, in wood and metalworking, and in a wide variety of other productive pursuits, activities, and jobs. Patterns help to avoid waste and unwanted deviations and facilitate uniformity that is appropriate and beneficial.

My work is always very geometric.

The same thing happened today that happened yesterday, only to different people.

The face of the enemy frightens me only when I see how much it resembles mine.

I think complexity is beautiful.

I want children to look at me and see my face and I want them to see their faces reflected in mine.

When he straightened up again, there were six Harry Potters gasping and panting in front of him. Fred and George turned to each other and said together, "Wow -- we're identical!

And if you are a rose, I am rose-shadow.

The oldest principle of composition: repeat everything.

I like women who look like me. Generally, you're attracted to women who look like you, because the most beautiful thing in nature is your own reflection.

An agony. The exit like the entrance - but reserved. A palindrome: gut-tug.

When you look into a mirror it is not yourself you see, but a kind of apish error posed in fearful symmetry kool uoy nehW rorrim a otni ton si ti ˛ees uoy flesruoy dnik a tub rorre hsipa fo lufraef ni desop yrtemmys

Everything seems an echo of something else.

By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!

I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff -and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. And from the inside, too, I'd duplicate Myself, my lamp, an apple on a plate: Uncurtaining the night, I'd let dark glass Hang all the furniture above the grass, And how delightful when a fall of snow Covered my glimpse of lawn and reached up so As to make chair and bed exactly stand Upon that snow, out in that crystal land!

Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.

Wow, we're identical!