A New York divorce is in itself a diploma of virtue.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be The candle or the mirror that reflects it.

The desire for symmetry, for balance, for rhythm in form as well as in sound, is one of the most inveterate of human instincts.

To visit Morocco is still like turning the pages of some illuminated Persian manuscript all embroidered with bright shapes and subtle lines.

One can remain alive ... if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity interested in big things and happy in small ways.

If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.

The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!

Nothing is more perplexing to a man than the mental process of a woman who reasons her emotions.

One of the great things about travel is you find out how many good, kind people there are.

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

Life is always either; a tight -rope or a feather-bed . — Give me the tightrope.

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

Learn to access the cosmic trust. Life will be easy.

It was around then that the phone rang. It was my friend Cee Cee, wanting to know if I cared to join her and Adam McTavish at the Coffee Clutch to drink iced tea and talk bad about everyone we know.

Just tell me you don't love me, and I'll let the matter drop.""What?""What I said. Just say, 'Rai, I don't love you and I never will'. It's that simple.""Raisa, this is getting us nowhere.""Say it!

I don't feel negative emotions. I feel calm, composed and ready. And as it goes on I get better at it. By the time the fight is on, I don't feel any emotions at all.

A good poem is a contribution to reality.

It is still important that every project I do I do something real, that feels true to me.

Embrace what makes you unique, even if it makes others uncomfortable.

Beethoven always sounds to me like the upsetting of a bag of nails, with here and there an also dropped hammer.

When I was younger, I was one of the few girls in the neighborhood who could break dance. That's kind of my local, ghetto-celebrity claim to fame.