If what we worship fail us, still the fire burns on, and it is much to have believed.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.

Polyphonic prose is a kind of free verse, except that it is still freer. Polyphonic makes full use of cadence, rime, alliteration, assonance.

Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.

All books are either dreams or swords, You can cut, or you can drug, with words.

Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation.

Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.

Happiness, to some, is elation; to others it is mere stagnation.

Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.

Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.

True leaders don't give consoling answers, they take constructive actions.

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

I feel that in horror movies, especially, if you don't care about the characters, you've lost the audience. No one cares, and it becomes a process of watching people get killed.

I believe one should be a woman at home.

She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.

Kitsch tends to wallow in beauty - its shortcoming is not aesthetic, but ethical

The audacity to love. Do you know what a gift that is?

In order to change your life outside, you must first change inside

It could have been like a fairy tale. But fairy tales aren't real. Things don't work like that. There's a price for everything.

She followed slowly, taking a long time, As though there were some obstacles in the way; And yet: as though, once it was overcome, She would be beyond all walking, and would fly.