When you're a kid it's people's cruelty that makes you cry, then when you're an adult it's their kindness.

Literature is humanity's broad-minded alter-ego, with room in its heart for monsters, even for you. It's humanity without the judgement.

Life's generally artless ... but it does get these occasional hard-ons for plot. It connects things, nefariously, behind your back, and before you know it you're in the final act of a lousy movie.

Snow makes cities innocent again, reveals the frailty of the human gesture against the void.

That's what happens when you keep a secret from someone you love: you start to hate them for allowing you to prove your own willingness to deceive them.

Words betrayed her: beautiful butterflies in her mind; dead moths when she opened her mouth for their release into the world.

Coffee justifies the existence of the word 'aroma'.

There is no God and that's His only commandment.

With adolescent egotism and a lot of money one can pretty much rule the world.

You think God will never forgive you, but the only God is beauty and beauty always forgives. It forgives with its infinite indifference.

The message is clear: By all means become an abomination -- but only while unhinged by grief or wrath.

Courage rides on the coattails of confidence.

I live, love and loathe my characters. They stole my mind. They stole my heart.

One of the dreariest spots on life's road is the point of conviction that nothing will ever again happen to you.

And the Buddha is the person who's free: free of plans, free of cares.

There's always been a celebration of what is that moment, whoever I am at that moment in my life. [It] is a very real way of looking at beauty.

I'm a person that if I'm hooked with something then I know nothing besides that.

You've got to jump off cliffs and build your wings on the way down.

I was in George Martin's studio in Amsterdam and he was telling me, 'They come in here and it takes them three days to do a bass line.' Well I'm not from that era.

I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers.

The highest ensign that men ever met and embraced under, the Cross itself, had no meaning save an accidental extrinsic one.