When someone offers you lines like that, he must be Mephistopheles and you must be Faust. You know you shouldn't succumb to such language, but you succumb.

How can I stand on the ground every day and not feel its power? How can I live my life stepping on this stuff and not wonder at it?

Patience is the mother of joy.

We spend our lives hurrying away from the real, as though it were deadly to us. It must be somewhere up there on the horizon, we think. And all the time it is in the soil, right beneath our feet.

For poets the wages of sin are poverty.

It's a commonly expressed and rather nice, romantic notion that we are all "sisters" and "brot

[On visitors after having a new baby...] "Put a lock on the door, barricade it if you have to. No one gets past that front door unless they come bearing one of two things: food or cleaning products!

Wisdom lies neither in fixity nor in change, but in the dialectic between the two.

Riches have never yet given anybody either peace or rest.

My mom was always the supplier of soccer balls, and so people were always knocking on my door, and trying to get me out so we could play.

Stop your ears and close your eyes and try to find the face of love.

The reason why China suffers bitterly from endless wars is because of the existence of feudal lords and kings.

Grip the club as if you were holding a baby bird.

Our culture's obsession with vintage objects has rendered us unable to separate history from nostalgia. People want heart. They want a chaser of emotion with their aesthetics.

Ever tell me of a humble heart where I see a stubborn knee.