I must react selectively, contrarily, arbitrarily, perversely, and always with intensity directly from the subject.

Color is the language of the poets. It is astonishingly lovely. To speak it is a privilege.

Anything can be any color at any time depending on what color everything else is at the time.

Seeing is such a privilege. Who notices the way the screech of a gull looks, the look of a gale, the sight of some fragrance?

A red apple isn't red, nor the lemon yellow. The sky is seldom blue, only when it isn't.

You know how they say the path to hell is paved with good intentions? Well, maybe the path to heaven is paved with bad ones.

You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that.

Tamaki: Having the courage to be able to admit what you love... enjoying what you love... and being true to yourself... Isn't that also what it means to be strong?

That peculiar disease of intellectuals, that infatuation with ideas at the expense of experience, that compels experience to conform to bookish expectations.

The be-all and end-all of life should not be to get rich, but to enrich the world.

Every man has a House of Lords in his own head. Fears, prejudices, misconceptions - those are the peers and they are hereditary.

It's easy to talk to a horse if you understand his language. Horses stay the same from the day they are born until the day they die. They are only changed by the way people treat them.

Scenery can be a violent stimulant.

The beloved is the ultimate fetish.

Do whatever you can that doesn't compromise your morals.