“Woe to him who doesn't know this Christian faith is bourgeois.” — Pier Paolo Pasolini Copy Share Image
“If I then discovered a cancer in myself and died, I'd consider it a victory of that reality of things.” — Pier Paolo Pasolini Copy Share
If you know that I am an unbeliever, then you know me better than I do myself. I may be an unbeliever, but I… — Pier Paolo Pasolini Copy Share
Death does determine life. Once life is finished it acquires a sense; up to that point it has not got a sense; its sense… — Pier Paolo Pasolini Copy Share
I am not interested in deconsecrating: this is a fashion I hate, it is petit-bourgeois. I want to reconsecrate things as much as possible,… — Pier Paolo Pasolini Copy Share
Once life is finished it acquires a sense; up to that point it has not got a sense; its sense is suspended and therefore… — Pier Paolo Pasolini Copy Share
When I make a film I'm always in reality among the trees, and among the people like yourselves. There's no symbolic or conventional filter… — Pier Paolo Pasolini Copy Share
The mark which has dominated all my work is this longing for life, this sense of exclusion, which doesn't lessen but augments this love… — Pier Paolo Pasolini Copy Share
An artist, if he's unselfish and passionate, is always a living protest. Just to open his mouth is to protest: against conformism, against what… — Pier Paolo Pasolini Copy Share
When the soul hears no other calls than those of the sweet chaos of daily good and evil... — Pier Paolo Pasolini Copy Share
The sexual freedom of today for most people is really only a convention, an obligation, a social duty, a social anxiety, a necessary feature… — Pier Paolo Pasolini Copy Share
“I am black with love/ neither boy nor nightingale/ perfectly whole as a flower/ I desire without impulse” — Pier Paolo Pasolini Copy Share
The power of consumer goods . . . has been engendered by the so-called liberal and progressive demands of freedom, and, by appropriating them,… — Pier Paolo Pasolini Copy Share
“The sense comes back to me of life as it always was then, an affliction even blinder because wondrously filled with sweetness.” — Pier Paolo Pasolini Copy Share
