I still maintain that an ordinary human being has the right to be horrified by a mangled body seen on an afternoon walk.

I write against violence. I write against fascism. I write against one person dominating another.

There are no beginnings, not even to stories. There are only places where you make an entrance into someone else's life and either stay or turn and go away.

He said that in a way being loved is like being told you never have to die.

Nothing so completely verifies our perception of a thing as our killing of it.

People can only be found in what they do.

Literature was intended to be dangerous. Art was meant to be dangerous. Ideas were nothing if they were not dangerous.

Time is light, time is dark. You either dance, or you fall.

They waited. The door did not open. The rain did not stop. The darkness made a tent and covered them completely.

Think of any great man or woman. How can you separate them from the years in which they lived? You can't. Their greatness lies in their response to that moment.

I doubt we will ever be forgiven. All I hope is – they'll remember we were human beings

Through a strange kind of geographic arrogance, Europeans like to think that the world was a silent, dark, unknown place until they trooped out and discovered it.

The law does not expect a man to be prepared to defend every act of his life which may be suddenly and without notice alleged against him.

The concept of architecture as analogous to landscape is something that has interested me for a long time.

Painting self-portraits without clothes on has also given me some publicity.

You just go through a certain kind of drudgery every time you have to look for something. I've got certain things grouped by now, but there's a drudgery in finding them. There's always stuff missing.

I love discovering new young brands and watching these fashion lines take off, like Peter Pilotto, Christopher Kane, and Clover Canyon.

It was a completely new feeling for me–like someone had just released a million, tiny butterflies loose in my stomach, and they were feverishly flying up into my head and making me lose my mind.

People, no matter the economic class, find ways to feed their narcissism.

Misfortune nobly born is good fortune.

Never strive, O artist, to create what you are not irresistibly impelled to create!