My father helped you with that. . that thing you do?” “Yes. Your father helped me with that peacemaking thing I do that keeps you happily killing for a living.

I didn’t think it was possible — but this situation has managed to get worse.” “But you’re so calm, ” she observed.“That’s usually when you can tell everything has gone to shit.

All things are possible when we believe in God.

Not one of you reflects, that you ought know your Gods before you worship them.

One Life With Many Names, Childhood, Boyhood, Manhood And Old, Then? Then! All Unknown, Uncertain Destination....

I refuse to confide and don't like it when people write about art.

Hostages want to survive - they are very focused on their own little view of things.

What a price we pay for experience, when we must sell our youth to buy it.

I really don't think records should be made in the manner where you sit and write, and when you're finished writing, you start recording. That just seems conventional and old-fashioned to me.

Painting is something that cannot be destroyed, it must destroy itself to reinvent itself.

Shake off the self-pity, shake off the defeat and get ready for God to do something new. He is going to pay you back for every injustice.

Perfection does not consist in any singular state or condition of life, or in any particular set of duties, but in holy and religious conduct of ourselves in every state of Life.