My language is the common prostitute that I turn into a virgin.

Eastward and westward storms are breaking, --great, ugly whirlwinds of hatred and blood and cruelty. I will not believe them inevitable.

August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between its pages.

A pessimist is one who feels bad when he feels good for fear he'll feel worse when he feels better.

Most men today cannot conceive of a freedom that does not involve somebody's slavery.

Blessed is the man who gets the opportunity to devote his life to something bigger than himself and who finds himself surrounded by friends who share his passion.

The eye is inlet to the soul.

I like making songs up. Whether or not they're great songs or good songs, whatever. It's something I've always done, and I definitely feel like I've gotten better at it.

The movement of you brought forward is love.

Science is a cemetary of dead ideas.

I was an English-literature major, and that's all about stories and narratives.