A Quote by Heinrich Böll

I am a clown...and I collect moments. — © Heinrich Böll
I am a clown...and I collect moments.
I'm not quiet, nor am I the class clown. I pick my moments.
Collect moments rather than things. Moments get away.
What I loved about wrestling was just being foolish, so I studied clown. I studied clown. I studied the art of clown. I actually did my thesis on clown.
Only comedians can talk about death, life, God and Virgin Mary. If I was a tragic actor, I couldn't allow myself. But with this accent I can do it. I can talk with death in person because I am a clown. Yes. And I am proud to be a clown - very much.
Be a clown , be a clown, All the world loves a clown. Act the fool , play the calf, And you'll always have the last laugh .
I collect Hot Wheels. I collect glass. I collect coins. And I collect cards.
Little moments attach themselves to other little moments and collect into big dreams. We become what we experience.
I took a couple of classes in clowning, but that was more like Lucille Ball kind of slapstick, not Ringling Brothers. But we had to do things silently, and the teacher would do this running commentary. 'Does this make Clown sad? Oh, Clown doesn't like that, does Clown?' Always 'Clown.' Never a name.
I was the class clown, but I was a reluctant class clown because I was always and still am somewhat embarrassed by performing. I have terrible stage fright, and I don't like being in front of people.
The artist is a collector. Not a hoarder, mind you, there's a difference: Hoarders collect indiscriminately, artists collect selectively. They only collect things that they really love.
I like to go hiking. I like to go rappelling, swimming, biking. I go boogie-boarding. I collect Hot Wheels. I collect glass. I collect coins. And I collect cards.
People are always saying that I must have been the class clown, with all these voices. No, I was way too shy to be the class clown; I was a class clown's writer.
I was a class clown. My father was a class clown. My son has been a class clown, and it sort of ran in the family.
I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.
I really wanted people to pay attention to me and like me. And the class clown thing, you know? There's a weird desperation to the class clown when you really investigate it. Why are they trying to be the clown so much? They're filling some kind of hole.
Steal moments of happiness if you have to, and then collect them until they are the dominant images in your psyche.
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