Once form has been smashed, it has been smashed for good, and once a forbidden subject has been released, it has been released for good.

The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie.

I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around.

The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place?

I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!

... politics are nothing but sand and gravel: it is art and life that feed us until we die. Everything else is ambition, hysteria or hatred.

Perhaps this very instant is your time.

Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.

...in a time lacking in truth and certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of its lost heart.

Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.

I have lost faith in universal panaceas - work is the one thing in which I really believe.

What surfaced was the surprising power of our cultural heritage.

After all this time, he had hope, and then hope was gone, and he hates himself for giving in to hope. He, who exists only to kill the hopes of others, could not destroy the hope within himself.

God cannot be less than Himself. And God is good. And active. And faithful. And He cares.

I have made tremendous efforts to work in a darker register and express the sinister and tragic quality of the place, given my natural tendency to work in light and pale tones.

No matter how deep our darkness, he is deeper still.

The growth and development of the soul is more important than power and glory.

I believe that if doors don't open, make new doors. So I also have started producing quite a bit of things as well.

How amazing that the language of a few thousand savages living on a fog-encrusted island in the North Sea should become the language of the world.

Jose DeLeon on his career has seventy-three wins and one-hundred and five RBIs.

Never underestimate the impact of a small act.