Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.

Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold.

Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of ‘not knowing.

Even the brightest magnesium flare can do little against such dark except blind the eyes of the one holding it. Thus one craves what by seeing one has in fact not seen.

Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila.

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.

Do not wake me from this slumber, but be assured that just as I have wept much, I have also wandered many roads with my thoughts.

Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.

...and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.

I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

Beautiful women are always drawn to men they think will keep them beautiful.

Do your thing and don't care if they like it.

We can only teach what we have learned

If you endured the suffering, shall find the joy of overcoming any difficulty.

A society without intellectuals is like a body without a head

Say it clearly and you make it beautiful, no matter what.

The experience is no longer traumatic; the response of most women to the experience is relief.

Lenin, the greatest theorist of them all, did not know what he was going to do after he had got the power.

Well, it's such an intricate, beautiful script about eight professional robbers pulling a heist, and it deals with elements of betrayal, trust, instinct, and need for relationships.

No one wants to see self-destructive riots because there's no future in riots.

The endgame is an arena in which miraculous escapes are not uncommon.