Everyone has an 'I thought Elliott was crazy' story.
It used to be that we felt that when we went to a theater, a legitimate theater... that we were going to share an experience together. That when we walked away where there would be something to talk about in that movie that had some meaning and relevance in our lives. And I think that we have lost that.
Clichés remind and reassure us that we're not alone, that others have trod this ground long ago.
Exhibitions of minority art are often intended to make the minority itself more aware of its collective experience. Reinforcing the common memory of miseries and triumphs will, it is expected, strengthen the unity of the group and its determination to achieve a better future. But emphasizing shared experience as opposed to the artist's consciousness of self (which includes his personal and unshared experience of masterpieces) brings to the fore the tension in the individual artist between being an artist and being a minority artist.
I think the things that make me excited are only best when they're shared with people.
The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we'd done were less real and important than they had been hours before.
Simply being with other people who are also seekers and who are involved in the same quest you are is very meaningful.
The journey never happens alone.
A dog is a bond between strangers.
A people without the memories of heroic suffering and sacrifices are a people without a history.
Afterwards, people come and say, "I felt like you said that just to me. What you said is something I'm going through right now," so you know that spiritual connection is going on.
Good comedy helps people know they're not alone. Great comedy provides an answer.
I really want the sense of black people being interconnected: If you black and you from Chicago, there's a connective tissue we all have. Even if you're not blood related, that doesn't mean I can't look out for you.
No matter what kind of backgrounds two men are from, if you go, 'Hey, man, women are crazy,' you've got a friend.
Everyone is introduced to the Peter Pan story when they're very young. This story is part of everyone's life.
Pain shared is pain lessened; joy shared is joy increased. Thus do we refute entropy.
Food nourishes you, brings people together, and I feel that anybody can bond over food.
In a way, whoever you know in a certain place defines that place for you.
We are trying to communicate that which lies in our deepest heart, which has no words, which can only be hinted at through the means of a story. And somehow, miraculously, a story that comes from deep in my heart calls from a reader that which is deepest in his or her heart, and together from our secret hidden selves we create a story that neither of us could have told alone.
Humans are designed to be with other humans, even those with mixed blood. They need each other's laughter. They require each other's sorrows.
People have a lot of shame and suffering around it and I felt that the best thing I could do was to share my experiences, which I have been doing for a long time, and let people know that of all the things that I've endured.
For in our family an experience was not finished, not truly experienced, unless written down or shared with another.
You know we fixate on the food so much itself: “Oh, the ultimate brownie or the ultimate this or that” -- well, let me tell you something: It’s all poop in about 12 hours, okay? The real power that food has is its ability to connect human beings to each other -- that’s the stuff right there and, to me, everything else is secondary to that.
Stars should not be seen alone. That's why there are so many. Two people should stand together and look at them. One person alone will surely miss the good ones.
Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.
Happiness seems made to be shared. [Fr., Le bonheur semble fait pour etre partage.]