Fingers get habits - have memories of their own.

November at its best - with a sort of delightful menace in the air.

I love old moons. There is something humanized about them; they are dulled a little, and rich in color. One can stare all night at an old moon.

Songs are usually unfit for whistling - indeed, whistling (except to the person doing it) is unbearable.

a sarcastic expression, on a beast, is far more sinister than rage.

A farm is like a very large and extended baby. It takes a great deal of time and very little mentality.

What a strange joy it was to talk, to fish gleefully into the past and fling its fragments about us, with the unfailing aroma of pleasantness that pasts always seem to possess!

How different a loved and familiar spot appears, when viewed with the eye of probable guests.

the breeze brought us a faint sound, as of a distant rat, a huge and mystic rat, gnawing, maybe, at the horizon!

timeliness is an enemy to art.

Being there doesn't mean I'm present. I exist only in words. I want to be transmuted fully to white page and ink.

One must be convinced to convince, to have enthusiasm to stimulate the others.

Cancer victimhood contains a permanent temptation to be self-centred and even solipsistic.

We may freak out globally, but we suffer locally.

Man puts manacles on his fellow-man; God never.

Express only that which cannot be expressed. Leave it unexpressed)

A fashion icon to me is somebody who has, the first person who struck you and introduced you to the world of fashion, and that person is my mom.

I've always enjoyed watching makeup artists - but I'd like to go to the extreme and do monster makeup in movies.

I still use quill and parchment. I do e-mails, and I write, but I don't go around surfing too much.