Together, they at once dodged those parts of themselves and magnified them, making for enigmatic harmony and anarchy.

She wondered what life would be like if there was always an arm around her shoulder and if there was a back that welcomed her hug all the time.

Who am I?" She whispered. Alex opened his mouth as if to correct her, but then he said, "You are my love.

But tonight, this is what I can give you. I can offer you the vault of heaven, the firmament of the stars in the sky, and me

Say not you know another entirely, till you have divided an inheritance with him.

Who can say they saw a whole play or read a whole book? Each has their own experience, their own play, their own book

Let thy vices die before thee.

It is a fault, not a virtue, to wish your humility recognized and applauded.

Today's pig is tomorrows bacon!

There's no better reading experience than going to the place where a text was written.

I definitely tell things at arm's length but that is conscious. No part of me wants everybody to know what's going on.

There is no describing the feeling of being mistreated by a successful rival in front of the woman you worship.

You can't grow if you're constantly defined by this collection of frozen moments that you keep returning to. And if you can't grow, you're not alive.

Richard Meier told me, 'Young man, solar energy has nothing to do with architecture.'