Anyone who can't forgive someone else for screwing up is deluding themselves. Because we've all made mistakes every bit as bad. And we're each praying we'll be forgiven, too.

I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the door to the temple.

He had no idea that he never went out of the house without her blessing going with him too, hovering, like a little echo of finished love, round that once dear head

A perpetual holiday is a good working definition of Hell.

Because men have so long ruled the world, it does not follow that the philosophy by which they have ruled it is the correct one.

If your words aren't truthful, the finest optically letter-spaced typography won't help.

You also, O son Brutus. [Lat., Et tu, Brute fili.]

I was able to grow up and do silly things and have a life with only a small amount of public scrutiny.

I wouldnt say Malkovich is totally insane, but hes not living in the real world. Hes living in his world, which is a fine world to live in apparently.

Brew me a cup for a winter's night. For the wind howls loud and the furies fight; Spice it with love and stir it with care, And I'll toast our bright eyes, my sweetheart fair.