Look at life with the eyes of a child.

Every war carries within it the war which will answer it. Every war is answered by a new war, until everything, everything is smashed.

It is my duty to voice the sufferings of humankind, the never-ending sufferings heaped mountain high. This is my task, but it is not an easy one to fulfill.

I can always paint very well with my eyes, but with my hands it doesn't always work out.

I do not want to die... until I have faithfully made the most of my talent and cultivated the seed that was placed in me, until the last small twig has grown.

I was put in this world to change it.

Where do all the women who have watched so carefully over the lives of their beloved ones get the heroism to send them to face the cannon?

I thought I was a revolutionary and was only an evolutionary.

There are moments on most days when I feel a deep and sincere gratitude, when I sit at the open window, and there is a blue sky or moving clouds.

While I drew, and wept along with the terrified children I was drawing, I really felt the burden I am bearing. I felt that I have no right to withdraw from the responsibility of being an advocate.

I have never been able to carry out any work coolly. On the contrary it is done, so to speak, with my own blood. Anyone who looks at my works must be able to sense that.

Repent, therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, so that times of refreshing may come from the presence of the Lord. Acts 3:19

I let quiet shape what I say, then realize there is nothing that can be fully said—the reason for gestures and eyes and art. Always something waiting, wanting, expectant, yet also curiously not.

Are you taking us to hell?" I ask, and Denise answers with an ominous, "More or less.

Let me tell thee time is a very precious gift of God so precious that it's only given to us moment by moment.

I wanted really to make it moment to moment, partly because I'm an actor and that's how I operate - actors are all about creating the moment.

Regret, Daisy knew, was the only confirmation of a well-lived life. If you didn't occasionally go too far, you weren't going anywhere.

[9/11] was not meant to be argued with. It wasn't part of any negotiation. No message was intended with it. It spoke for itself, which is unusual.

There is such a thing as everyday, ordinary, vulgar ecstasy; the ecstasy of anger, the ecstasy of speed at the wheel, the ecstasy of ear-splitting noise, ecstasy in the soccer stadium.

For me, university was just awful because it was closing one door after the other of all these candy shops of professional possibilities.

I really write emotionally so whatever mood I'm in, or if a chord hits me a certain way that's what I'll go off of.