All art is an intensely vulnerable gesture, and it is made with no small amounts of risk, and fear. So, I have plenty of sympathy for self-defense mechanisms, especially among artists.

The heart of wisdom is tolerance.

Ambition is not a dirty word. Piss on compromise. Go for the throat.

You must dismantle your sources, lest you do nothing but ape the prejudices of others

And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.

Children are dying." Lull nodded. "That's a succinct summary of humankind, I'd say. Who needs tomes and volumes of history? Children are dying. The injustices of the world hide in those three words.

Your brain works with all the subtlety of a malicious child.

And in the city on all sides, the howling of the Hounds rose in an ear-shattering, soul-flailing crescendo. The Lord of Death had arrived, to walk the streets in the City of Blue Fire.

For we are all bound in stories, and as the years pile up they turn to stone, layer upon layer, building our lives.

No purer artist exists or has ever existed than a child freed to imagine.

You are very easily exasperated, my dear. If you're a leaf trembling on a wide, deep river, relax and ride the current. It's always worked for me, I assure you.

The mindset of a Christian should be based on his faith that God can change the circumstances in His life

Reality blithely ignores the lies we tell ourselves about it.

Hypocrisy is the homage which vice renders to virtue.

Time is relative; its only worth depends upon what we do as it is passing.

I think you know everything at eight. But is is hidden from you, sealed up, in a way you have to cut yourself open to find.

I hope it won't come as a surprise to anyone that a big part of male homosexual behavior is interest in young boys.

Or as hockey player Sergei Fedorov knows it, 'The day I can legally start telling everyone I am sleeping with Anna Kournikova.'

Shake your business up and pour it. I haven't got all day.

Was genius ever ungrateful? Mere talents are dry leaves, tossed up and down by gusts of passion, and scattered and swept away; but, Genius lies on the bosom of Memory, and Gratitude at her feet.