I still have no way to survive but to keep writing one line, one more line, one more line.

Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written with a splash of blood.

True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.

Nobody even imagines how well one can lie about the state of one’s own heart.

Young people get the foolish idea that what is new for them must be new for everybody else too. No matter how unconventional they get, they're just repeating what others before them have done.

Beauty is something that burns the hand when you touch it.

The special quality of hell is to see everything clearly down to the last detail.

By means of microscopic observation and astronomical projection the lotus flower can become the foundation for an entire theory of the universe and an agent whereby we may perceive Truth.

For an artist to do creative work, he needs at once physical health and some physiomental ill health. He needs both serenity and gloom.

Anything can become excusable when seen from the standpoint of the result

As long as you know I am waiting, take your time flowers of the spring.

Alice released a long exhale. "Showtime.

Only he who knows how to speak can be silent.

No religion has mandated killing others as a requirement for its sustenance or promotion.

I am comfortable with my body and embrace who I am. I love to work it.

Thats beautiful! Sad and beautiful," murmured Meggie. Why were sad stories often so beautiful? It was different in real life.

Personal style is accepting who you are.

Photography appears to be an easy activity; in fact it is a varied and ambiguous process in which the only common denominator among its practitioners is in the instrument.

On the worst days, I don't feel like an artist.

I started blogging in 2006 when I had sold my first novel but it had not yet been published, in those anxious months in between while I learned the whole process.

Fortuitous circumstances constitute the molds that shape the majority of human lives, and the hasty impress of an accident is too often regarded as the relentless decree of all ordaining fate.