My painting carries with it the message of pain.

Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.

Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change.

I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.

At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.

Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure.

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty... love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain.

Sexism and racism are parallel problems. You can compare them in some ways, but they're not at all the same. But they're both symptoms inside the white male power structure.

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.

I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.

I'm not going to lie: there are no good options here.

What fun it would be, " he thought, "if one didn't have to think about happiness!

But there were certain early days in Casterbridge- days of firmamental exhaustion which followed angry south-westerly tempests-when, if the sun shone, the air was like velvet.

Freedom of the press is not questioned when investigative journalism unearths scandals, But that does not mean that every classified state document should be made available to journalists.

As you become more proficient, fewer people can offer you advice, although in truth, that's when you need it the most because the stakes just keep getting higher and higher.

There is a very good chance I could have been a screw-up for the rest of my life.

Don't write about Man; write about a man.

If we start with "limits" and a premise of scarcity and fear, it makes us fearful of each other, and that makes us vulnerable to anti-democratic systems.

I have seen what comes of being patient," Amanda said with a boding look. "And I have no opinion of it." "What does come of it?" Inquired Sir Gareth. "Nothing!

In indie rock, there's the phenomenon of: "Oh, this guy seems totally normal, but he's actually crazy." There's more of that out there than you'd think.