When love is not madness, it is not love.

Light-enchanted sunflower, thou Who gazest ever true and tender On the sun's revolving splendour.

Restless sunflower; cease to move.

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.

These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough: for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

In this treacherous world Nothing is the truth nor a lie. Everything depends on the color Of the crystal through which one sees it

But whether it be dream or truth, to do well is what matters. If it be truth, for truth's sake. If not, then to gain friends for the time when we awaken.

For man's greatest crime is to have been born.

Speak no evil of women; I tell thee the meanest of them deserves respect; for of women do we not all come?

Even in dreams doing good is not wasted.

Lila!" he said cheerfully. "So you aren't a figment of my brothers imagination after all.

Her kiss dissolves the universe. In that moment, I am unmade and then reborn.

As a comic, I think I'm very verbally oriented about a lot of the stuff that I've written or thought up and how I say it.

I HAVE REALIZED THAT FIGHTING FOR WOMEN'S RIGHTS HAS TOO OFTEN BECOME SYNONYMOUS WITH MAN-HATING. IF THERE IS ONE THING I KNOW FOR CERTAIN, IT IS THAT THIS HAS TO STOP.

What makes me vulnerable is speaking up about topics that may be controversial to others.

I have been blessed with a good, fun, and wonderful life, but I've also seen a whole lot of pain.

A close family member once offered his opinion that I exhibit the phone manners of a goat, then promptly withdrew the charge - out of fairness to goats.

There's a cancer on the presidency.

Sometimes the painting starts to relate very directly to either sights seen or experiences felt, other times it just goes off on a tangent that you really can’t articulate.

I grew up in a broken home. My dad was out of the home when I was five years old. I never knew him very well.