Because we want to know things, how the pieces fit. Talkers seduce, words direct us into corners. We want more than anything to grow and change. Brave new world.

Do you understand the sadness of geography?

Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again

Nowadays he doesn't think of his wife, though he knows he can turn around and evoke every move of her, describe any aspect of her, the weigh of her wrist on his heart during the night.

Men had always been the reciters of poetry in the desert.

This was the time in her life that she fell upon books as the only door out of her cell. They became half her world.

He knows that the only way he can accept losing her is if he can continue to hold her or be held by her. If they can somehow nurse each other out of this. Not with a wall.

How can you smile as though your whole life hasn't capsized

I am not in love with him, I am in love with ghosts. So is he, he's in love with ghosts.

She had always wanted words, she loved them, grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape. Whereas I thought words bent emotions like sticks in water.

The Englishman left months ago, Hana, he's with the Bedouin or in some English garden with its phlox and shit.

Those who suffer most cry out the least.

It is in literature that the concrete outlook of humanity receives its expression.

I don't think you necessarily identify and believe in the motifs of the character, but you have to want to play it and want to commit to the lines.

I'm never going to sing another song I don't believe in. I'm never going to make another picture I don't believe in.

Every work of art has one indispensable mark ... the center of it is simple, however much the fulfillment may be complicated.

Let us start a new religion with one commandment, "Enjoy thyself.

Brushes..? Nah. Hit 'em as hard as you can.

There are a lot of different ways to talk about mindfulness, but what it really means is awareness.

Do your best and then relax. Let things go on in a natural way, rather than force them.

Cherish every season of life; for without coldness, there is no comfort in warmth, and without darker days, there is no joy in light.