It's not enough to say it; you would need to take it out of your mouth, you would need to become it. You would need to become what you were born to be. — Chris Campanioni Copy Share Image
It's not enough to say it; you would need to take it out of your mouth, you would need to become it. You would… — Chris Campanioni Copy Share Image
“I wrote a trilogy out of order and then rearranged it, because the whole of life is like that--a cut-up--and when you cut into… — Chris Campanioni Copy Share Image
“Adiós. A Dios. To God. From God. De Dios. Dedos. My fingers waving. Good-bye.” — Chris Campanioni Copy Share Image
“I walk by, seeing myself walk by on a bag, someone’s hands gripping the paper handles above my neck, my curved waist, my gleam… — Chris Campanioni Copy Share Image
I couldn’t decide whether it was better to be the art, or the artist. — Chris Campanioni Copy Share Image
“The future is trash. Recycling it, re-arranging it. Making it beautiful again.” — Chris Campanioni Copy Share Image
“And maybe I knew how to look at a person, that exact angle to display, the way to shift the light on my face,… — Chris Campanioni Copy Share Image
“Tangerine tango was still in. Cardigans without buttons were in. Bahia bands were in. Senhor do Bonfim. Make a wish? But hardly anyone considered… — Chris Campanioni Copy Share Image
Always being myself and my salve, which is life. I’m not lonely, if that’s what it seems like. Always writing things down. — Chris Campanioni Copy Share Image
“The whole world had become a stage, in which the props were continually shifting, four extras reprising the roles of twenty-four characters and people… — Chris Campanioni Copy Share Image
“It’s not enough to say it; you would need to take it out of your mouth, you would need to become it. You would… — Chris Campanioni Copy Share Image
