A gourmet meal without a glass of wine just seems tragic to me somehow.

And in fact, I think the more we start to worship perfection the more soul leaks out of art.

That's the great paradox of living on this earth, that in the midst of great pain you can have great joy as well. If we didn't have those things we'd just be numb.

Chocolate's okay, but I prefer a really intense fruit taste. You know when a peach is absolutely perfect... it's sublime. I'd like to capture that and then use it in a dessert.

You have to listen to what resonates within your own gut. You find your direction there. Your voice comes out.

You have to write badly to write at all. If it's crappy, I will rewrite it later. But it will be mine. You can hear the resonance of an artist who goes into herself.

If you say that you're all about a certain something, and look back and see that the choices that you've made don't reflect that, then there's something for you to look at.

You've got to dance like nobody's watching, and love like it's never going to hurt.

Standing knee deep in a river and dying of thirst.

I want to savor the aging process. As you get older, you trade your innocence for wisdom and the wisdom is your reward.

I can't even say I've begun yet, but I'm trying on the idea that there is a book in my future.

When you are in love nothing matters except the bliss of love.

Change is the very basis of our life, not to be fought, to be welcomed and tasted, to be seen for the gift it truly is.

This thing called love, it cries like a baby in a cradle all night. It swings, it jives, it shakes all over like a jelly fish. I kinda like it.

In works of labour or of skillI would be busy too:For Satan finds some mischief stillFor idle hands to do.

If I did not publish this autobiography [Les Mots] sooner and in its most radical form, it is because I considered it exaggerated.

It is much easier to repent of sins that we have committed than to repent of those that we intend to commit.

He leaned down until his lips brushed her ear. “I told you to stop flinching.” And then he bit her. A slow, painless nip but there were definitely teeth involved.

There are two kinds of fidelity, that of dogs and that of cats; you, gentleman, have the fidelity of cats who never leave the house.

I can live with my own mistakes. I can't live with anybody else's.

To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something.