Oh how I hate people!

For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.

Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.

Lingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone.

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?

His was not the hatred that arises suddenly like a storm and as suddenly abates. It was, once the initial shock of anger and pain was over, a calculated thing that grew in a bloodless way.

He saw in happiness the seeds of independence, and in independence the seeds of revolt.

Why break the heart that never beat from love?

From daybreak to sunset she turned her thoughts, like boulders, over. She set them in long lines. She rearranged their order...

How's the blood-stream, my dear, invaluable little woman? How's the blood-stream?"..."It's quite comfortable, sir...I think, sir, thank yo

They stared into the distance as though they were being absorbed into an alternate space-time reality. Perhaps they were. But probably they already had been.

I'm not trying to overcome my father or fill his shoes or reach any kind of level that he did. We're talking about a Mozart of rock music.

The Constitution is the sole source and guaranty of national freedom.

The way I look is part of it. It sounds affected but I do see myself as a piece of living art.

That you are not already golden word in our streets Already memories Your love fades Already Whether you are no longer to have perished.

Art is lies that tell the truth.

When we are born we are magical and loving and full of wonder. But darkness and ignorance surround us at every corner. Until the day someone calls us a monster or a devil and we believe them.

I was unfaithful, I had affairs, I cheated.

We have to humble ourselves and the way you do that is by serving other people.

Most people don't do something seminal. I've done it twice: with my tent and my bed. Picasso did it with Cubism.