The figures of the past go cloaked. They walk in mist and rain and snow And go, go slowly, but they go.

True villains are extremely photogenic.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The imagination is one of the forces of nature.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.

This was the time in her life that she fell upon books as the only door out of her cell. They became half her world.

And there you stand-Far away from the distant reality, Far away in my breathing dream, Far away in the traces of my livid eyes, Far away in my hostile fantasy.

To tell a lie is to risk being caught out and there’s excitement in avoiding traps: it was an aspect of my childhood I was perhaps averse to relinquishing.

For those who have obtained unobstructed knowledge of Self, the world is seen merely as a bondage causing imagination.

Unless I'm writing trying to write about a historical figure, I don't really set out to read or research with a specific topic in mind.

I'm getting grumpier all the time.

The media is the message and the messenger, and increasingly a powerful one.

I sometimes can't do movies just for the money. I really can't. I mean, I've tried. Believe me, I'd love to just take the money and run.

Our aspirations are really for women to be in half the leadership roles and men to be doing half the work of parenting.

Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth, And thus do we of wisdom and of reach, With windlasses and with assays of bias, By indirections find directions out.