“There is no progress in art, any more than there is progress in making love. There are simply different ways of doing it.” Man Ray
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Louise Brooks, on writing her memoirs
For two extraordinary years I have been working on it - learning to write - but mostly learning how to tell the truth. At first it is quite impossible. You make yourself better than anybody, then worse than anybody, and when you finally come to see you are “like” everybody - that is the bitterest blow of all to the ego. But in the end it is only the truth, no matter how ugly or shameful, that is right, that fits together, that makes real people, and strangely enough, beauty.