There are portraits and still-lifes And the first, because 'human' Does not excel the second

The boughs of the oak are roaring inside the acorn.

Any critic of Cezanne who described him as a painter of country scenes would be moving in the wrong direction. You must begin with the question of style . . .

The cool blade Severs between coolness, apple-rind Compelling a recognition.

In all pursuits men complain of failure when they have not attained the measure of success they proposed to themselves.

To many men, moderate success is only another aspect of failure.

False zeal is every day bringing true zeal into disrepute.

As I read the Qur’an and prayed the Islamic prayers, a door to my heart was unsealed and I was immersed in an overwhelming tenderness.

On Mars, the joke went, a man’s hole was his castle where values of castle approached dorm room.

If the arts are held up solely as a means of social insight, fantasy is denied the chance to be commonplace and reality the chance to be exotic.

When I was outed, it was like, That's done.

Someone can break your heart, leave you dead on the lawn, and still you never learn what to say to stop it all over again.

Like any other actor, I draw on life experience.

Her voice was now so shrill only bats would be able to hear it soon, but she had reached a level of indignation that rendered her temporarily speechless.

In the '30s, the Keynesian stuff worked at least in the sense that you could print money without inflation because there was all this productivity growth happening. That's not going to work today.

Umpire's heaven is a place where he works third base every game. Home is where the heartache is.

In London I had pear trees in my back garden, so I'd make my own pear and green tomato chutney.