Savage Messiah1972

Henri Gaudier:
Ah, you'll like my mother. She's wonderful.

Sophie Brzeska:
I thought your mother lived in the country.

Henri Gaudier:
Oh, that's my natural mother. My real mother is... [produces photograph]

Sophie Brzeska:
The Louvre! Aww, rubbish. 'Pretentious townhouse full of junk stolen from savages.'

Henri Gaudier:
Art is made from art.

Sophie Brzeska:
That's not what you said yesterday...

Henri Gaudier:
That was yesterday!

Sophie Brzeska:
Look! You said, and don't you dare tell me I'm wrong, that today's art cannot be made from anything except today!

Henri Gaudier:
And where do you think today comes from, huh? Yesterday. Or do you see some clean break along the line of days stretching back from here to Babylon?

Sophie Brzeska:
Look, you never say the same thing twice, boy. You change all the time.

Henri Gaudier:
Yes, I change. When I lie down at night it's as if I'm going to die. When I get up in the morning, I get up as if I'm going to live forever.

Sophie Brzeska:
And you expect me to fling myself into your arms for always? Hah! I know your sort, you'll be off in a week.

Henri Gaudier:
I will carry my love for you, no matter where my mind leads me.