For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terrorwhich we are barely able to endure, and it amazes us so, because it serenely disdains to destroy us.Every angel is terrible.

Every angel is terrifying.

For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror.

Isn’t it time that, loving, we freed ourselves from the beloved, and, trembling, endured:as the arrow endures the bow, so as to be, in its flight, something more than itself?

Isn't it time that, in love, we freed ourselves from the loved one and, trembling, endured:as the arrow endures the string, collecting itselfto be more than itself as it shoots?

Look, I am living. On what? Neither childhood nor futurelessens . . . . Superabundant existencewells in my heart.

We only pass everything by like a transposition of air.

People are least aware of others when demonstrating their own power over them.

Heartache is my constant companion, and we’re perfect for one another. Two co-dependent peas in a pod. My past and my future.

Even as a little kid, I was fascinated by newspapers and magazines. They were my TV. I'd be the first one up to grab the morning paper, mainly to look at the sports pictures, the war pictures.

The stronger I am in my personal life, the more energy I have to look outward, to address my society.

We are two different people, Ethan. Just because you could never decide which one of us you were in love with does not make us interchangeable.

My mother is a special story. She went through so much to bring us up, four men at home, especially when our country was going through really difficult times.

Love is a bridge over the sea of change. Do not build a house on it.

I genuinely enjoy talking one-to-one. I have no shyness about that.

It's a little place on the Pacific Ocean. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.

To achieve success, whatever the job we have, we must pay a price