My wit is sharper then the finest mustache, and when I walk among men I make truths ring like spurs.

A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the 'I' in loving; Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.

The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?

It is at night that faith in light is admirable.

My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.

A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.

A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.

I-I am going to be a storm-a flame- I need to fight whole armies alone; I have ten hearts; I have a hundred arms; I feel too strong to war with mortals- BRING ME GIANTS!

I am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.

To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.

A great nose may be an index Of a great soul

Small hopes can grow surprising fruit.

Some say art is our highest form of hope. . . . Perhaps it's our only hope.

Memories are powerful that way. They can bring back to another place and time and make them laugh or cry all over again.

Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain, The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear. Not a person sees the bamboo's shadow, One sometimes hears the pieces being moved.

Maybe the hardest lesson is the one I have to learn over and over again, that each story is its own animal, that every story I write is going to come only with difficulty.

What you can't be with, won't let you be.

I'm proud to be a member of a society that is based, whose values are based on Christiany, Judaism and humanism.

I would give something to know for whose sake precisely those deeds were really done which report says were done for the fatherland.

You don't make art after you become an artist. You become an artist by ceaselessly making art.