If war is not holy man is nothing but antic clay.

They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.

He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.

Your heart's desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery.

There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto.

Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.

War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.

This country was filled with violent children orphaned by war.

Here beyond men's judgments all covenants were brittle.

whoever approaches his goal dances

Words are things. The words he is in possession of he cannot be deprived of. Their authority transcends his ignorance of their meaning.

My eye was drawn to a bright green hue, the same shade as a poisonous Amazonian frog, the tiny, delightfully deadly ones.

If I lost him here, to this idiotic fight, after I fought and guarded him for two weeks, after I cried and thought he was dying, I would find him in the afterlife and I would murder him again.

Architecture is basically the design of interiors, the art of organizing interior space.

We are not damned. We never were. Who under the sun has the right to damn any living breathing creature?

I have to be conscious of what I'm sayin' because people are gonna come at me about this sh*t.

My mother encouraged me to be artistic. It was written in a contract at an early age that I would be an artist.

I love when people in culture show up on fictional TV shows. I don't mind at all being a name from the '90s.

Culture and education have no bounds or limits; now man is in a phase in which he must decide for himself how far he can proceed in the culture that belongs to the whole of humanity.

We need to play each others instruments.

You’re not leaving me here alone,” I say. Because if he dies, I’ll never go home, not really. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.