Language, when it finally comes, has the vigor of a felon pardoned after twenty-one years on hold. Sudden, raw, stripped to its underwear.

Grownups don't pay it much attention because they can't imagine anything more majestic to a child than their own selves and so confused dependance for reverence.

Hate does that. Burns off everything but itself, so whatever your grievance is, your face looks just like your enemy's.

Nowadays silence is looked on as odd and most of my race has forgotten the beauty of meaning much by saying little. Now tongues work all day by themselves with no help from the mind.

Art should be seen with the heart, not with the eyes, for its beauty is in the energy it radiates.

We possess art lest we perish of the truth.

Democracy is a poor system

If you're going to make a desperate, hopeless act of defiance you should make it a good one.

When trying to teach someone a boundary, they learn less from the enforcement of the boundary and more from the way the boundary was established.

If you grit your teeth and show real determination, you'll always have a chance.

When the camera comes on, I am not Hayden any more, I am Lizzie!

The purely emotional form of Pietism is, as Ritschl has pointed out, a religious dilettantism for the leisure class.

I think that you can treat a classic like a museum piece -stuffed and mounted- or you can make it a living, breathing narrative that is unfolding right then and there.

When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation, Gettin closer to God in a tight situation.