Any anger I feel vanishes. What is left cannot be described. It is guilt piled onto emptiness and set afire.

All of science is nothing more than the refinement of everyday thinking.

So I take my lover, my king, and I put him in a pedestal and I cut him down. A man, like the ones who ruined the world.

... good teachers, like Tolstoy's happy families, are alike everywhere.

Actually, I feel music becoming more and more important. It's a big source of inspiration. With what's going on in the world, we feel almost desperate. Music also brings you peace.

When I write I simply follow my heart. And my flights of fantasy. It is not done with a conscious effort. I'm continually inspired and write reflexively.

I'll hire blacks as long as they can do the cotton-pickin' job.

The blues will be blue, and the jealousies green, but when love picks its color it demands to be seen.

I've always wondered if there was a Hezbollah version of minesweeper where you get points for blowing up on your first move.

He wondered whether home was a thing that happened to a place after a while, or if it was something that you found in the end, if you simply walked and waited and willed it long enough.

Love is the door to eternity.