I walked in and saw you dancing. I haven't caught my breath since.

I want him and me in this stolen moment. Collecting heartbeats. Falling in love for the millionth time.

It was such a heavenly dream: dreamed between the reality of war and the reality of hereditary madness.

I'm afraid it will never be perfect again. I am indelibly stained. Forever redefined, but blurred around the edges.

On the one hand, there are individual actions such as throwing, pushing, touching, rubbing. It is these individual actions that give rise most of the time to abstraction from objects.

There is strength deep bedded in our hearts, of which we reck but little till the shafts of heaven have pierced its fragile dwelling. Must not earth be rent before her gems are found?

It is not always from valor or from chastity that men are brave, and women chaste.

A tendency to fly too straight at a goal, instead of circling around it, often carries one too far.

My only hope was to be polite.

When I became tired of oil painting at one stage, I used collage and this proved to be influential in the design and composition of my later works.

I think Michael O'Donoghue felt he'd said what he wanted to say. In fact, nobody thought we could spin it out long enough to make a book.

What always was must always be.