I have put off the past like a worn-out cloak.

Civilized men are more discourteous than savages because they know they can be impolite without having their skulls split, as a general thing.

The more I see of what you call civilization, the more highly I think of what you call savagery!

Barbarianism is the natural state of mankind. Civilization is unnatural. It is the whim of circumstance. And barbarianism must ultimately triumph

Break the skin of civilization and you find the ape, roaring and red-handed.

The only safe enemy was a headless enemy.

For man's only weapon is courage that flinches not from the gates of Hell itself, and against such not even the legions of Hell can stand.

But not all men seek rest and peace; some are born with the spirit of the storm in their blood.

What is death but a traversing of eternities and a crossing of cosmic oceans?

Man can be that which he wishes to be; form and substance, they are but shadows. The mind, the ego, the essence of the god-dream -- that is real, that is immortal.

I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.

It would be difficult to define the limits of his reading.

We are sisters. We are brothers. We are family.

Even when everything's going your way you can still be sad. Or anxious. Or uncomfortably numb. Because you can't always control your brain or your emotions even when things are perfect.

Just two people in love.

In Britain, you never get away from the fact that you're a foreigner. In the U.S., the view is it doesn't matter where you come from.

In New York we have zillions of different kinds of people, many of them hate each other, but violence based on that hatred is really uncommon here.

The only thing I can count on daily is the unexpected. I usually try to start my day with a run before I even turn on my computer and clog my head with things to be done.

Slow down, totally. You have to slow down and pay attention to everything.

The way you would know if someone is famous in the art world is that you would ask your mother. My mother knows who Picasso was. She knows who Warhol was.

You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.