It was the in-between time, before day leaves and night comes, a time I’ve never been partial to because of the sadness that lingers in the space between going and coming.

Gazing into the mirror, I saw myself as I was-a black silhouette in the room, a woman whose darkness had completely leaked through.

... in the end, Goddess is just a word. It simply means the divine in female form.

All my life I've thought I needed someone to complete me, now I know I need to belong to myself.

Sunset is the saddest light there is.

When you can't go forward, and you can't go backward, and you can't stay where you are without killing off something deep and vital in yourself, you are on the edge of creation.

I found that I could not climb my way up to God in a blaze of doing and performing. Rather, I had to descend into the depths of myself and find God there in the darkness of troubled waters.

If you need something from somebody always give that person a way to hand it to you.

I have noticed that if you look carefully at people's eyes the first five seconds they look at you, the truth of their feelings will shine through for just an instant before it flickers away.

It's something everybody wants-for someone to see the hurt done to them and set it down like it matters.

It takes a bee 10,000,000 trips to collect enough nectar to make 1 pound of honey.

Don’t mistake:Kindness with weakness

Men prefer to believe that they are degenerated angels rather than elevated apes.

I believe that the best cameraman is one who recognizes the source, the story, as the basis of his work.

One is a painter because one wants so-called freedom one doesn't want to go to the office every morning.

At first, writing for The New Yorker was very scary to me. I couldn't imagine anything that I would write in that typeface.

The conversation around policing is painful but I believe it provides us with an opportunity to learn, to change and to grow.

In youth, love and art. In age, investments and antiques.

Chastity is now treated as a sexual problem.

The war between being and nothingness is the underlying illness of the twentieth century. Boredom slays more of existence than war.

Tears are often to be found where there is little sorrow, and the deepest sorrow without any tears.