Chris Campanioni

It's not enough to say it; you would need to take it out of your mouth, you would need to become it.…

— Chris Campanioni

“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…

— Chris Campanioni

“Adiós. A Dios. To God. From God. De Dios. Dedos. My fingers waving. Good-bye.”

— Chris Campanioni

“I walk by, seeing myself walk by on a bag, someone’s hands gripping the paper handles above my neck, my curved waist,…

— Chris Campanioni

I couldn’t decide whether it was better to be the art, or the artist.

— Chris Campanioni

“The future is trash. Recycling it, re-arranging it. Making it beautiful again.”

— Chris Campanioni

“And maybe I knew how to look at a person, that exact angle to display, the way to shift the light on…

— Chris Campanioni

“Tangerine tango was still in. Cardigans without buttons were in. Bahia bands were in. Senhor do Bonfim. Make a wish? But hardly…

— Chris Campanioni

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

“The whole world had become a stage, in which the props were continually shifting, four extras reprising the roles of twenty-four characters…

— Chris Campanioni

“It’s not enough to say it; you would need to take it out of your mouth, you would need to become it.…

— Chris Campanioni