She lost her illusions in the collapse of her sympathies.

She, who was bored almost to agony, and who had nothing at all to do, she had not time to think even, seriously, of anything. Time being, after all, only the current of the soul in its flow.

Until a person has failed significantly or missed the boat, they will not know how to hold the tension until the right moment or how to test the waters before pushing on.

Interesting fact from the front lines: raw grief smells like ripped leaves and splintered branches, a jagged green shriek.

Prot: I'm not tired.Brewer: I am.Prot: Perhaps you're getting too much sleep. All your beings seem to sleep a lot. Is that because it's so awful to be awake?

That's who unconditional love is for - dogs and their masters, fools and their gods.

We worship God through our questions.

I'm not the kind of person who's always out at the club if I don't have to be. I like chilling. I think that comes across in my music.

You might reduce Lombardi's coaching philosophy to a single sentence: In any game, you do the things you do best and you do them over and over and over.

My task is becoming more and more delicate, while the difficulties increase constantly.

I think the jokes would have been a bit broader and a bit more obvious in terms of the day-to-day of country life.

The fact that the work is affirmed by the Museum of Contemporary Art I think sends continued signals that this is worth paying attention to, looking at, and understanding.