Maybe innocence makes its way easiest through the elemental chaos of this world.

Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.

Start with what is right rather than what is acceptable.

Just because your doctor has a name for your condition, doesn't mean he knows what it is.

Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.

I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.

It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves.

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

I am free and that is why I am lost.

I am a cage, in search of a bird.

People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as 'nauseatingly miserable beyond repair'.

Women have been trained in our culture and society to ask for what we want instead of taking what we want. We've been really indoctrinated with this culture of permission. But that time has passed.

The thirty-plus years of marriage between the ceiling and the cement plaster showed signs of weakness by frequently developing cracks and holes.

I know you loved both he and I, the way a mother can love two sons. And no one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

The pyramid shape is said to hold many secrets and amazing properties. One of them is a sense of wonder.

Either war is obsolete or men are.

When I was 15 I became a full-time singer in a band. At 18 I made my first record.

I'm told [ Zulfikar Ali] Bhutto is ambitious. I hope he's very ambitious; ambition may help him see reality.

All great literature is one of two stories; a man goes on a journey or a stranger comes to town.

Artists are the people for whom the world is not enough.

Up above Aliens hover Making home movies For the folks back home Of all these weird creatures Who lock up their spirits Drill holes in themselves And live for their secrets.