“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. In actuality, or in each reality, underneath… — 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
