So that is marriage, Lily thought, a man and a woman looking at a girl throwing a ball

To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!

The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.

Well, we must wait for the future to show.

I have had my vision.

About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.

So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.

How then did it work out, all this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it is liking one felt, or disliking?

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of treesand changing leaves.

in this case, a mother, noted for her beauty, might be reduced to a purple shadow... (Tansley to Lily on her painting of the house & grounds)

In the flailing light they all looked sharp-edged and ethereal and divided by great distances

Art is my Life.

Meditation is culture.

A lot of the songs are written on piano or guitar, so I contribute, and I have done so since the beginning. So it's been good to be involved completely musically as well.

Is there such thing as a cheerful pessimist? That's what I am.

When people say, "I have nothing to hide," what they're saying is, "My rights don't matter."

That's the thing about driving: You're alone but you're everywhere. You're standing still but moving really fast. It's just like perspectives constantly changing.

You appreciate things after you lose them.

Any form of government, not just Capitalism, is whatever people who have all our money, drunk or sober, sane or insane, decide to do today.

He celebrates yesterday's victory in order to gain more strength for tomorrow's battle.

It is the difference betwixt lust and love that this is fixed, that volatile. Love grows, lust wastes by enjoyment.