Where would the end be? Will the idea—the definition—of perfection stay the same? No. Perfection is too fickle. It’s in our nature to never be satisfied. We always think we can do more.

...early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.

Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow but only saps today of its strength.

When everyone leaves you it's loneliness you feel, when you leave everyone else it's solitude.

It is a paradox. Life is that way. God designed it that way. I believe I met him once. He was full of mischief.

My father died when I was 4 years old, so I can't really say anything about his hearing.

There's an ocean of music out there and there's absolutely no curation for it.

Is it still cool to go to the mall?' she asked. 'I take quite a lot of pride in not knowing what's cool,' I answered.

The carnal contact side by side, from heel to armpit, brings shudders that shake up nature like the flights of nocturnal birds.

Art always demands of us something new.

Only those who seek shall find.