She knew words no one had ever heard of, and she used words every day that had been mainly dead or sleeping for hundreds of years.

He moved like a dancer, which is not surprising; a horse is a beautiful animal, but it is perhaps most remarkable because it moves as if it always hears music.

Words were all he knew; they possessed and overwhelmed him, as if they were a thousand white cats with whom he shared a one-room apartment.

Well-timed silence is the most commanding expression.

One is attracted to beauty. Beauty is the coordination of things, in such a way, that it is what attracts you. It's almost self-defining.

The shelf was filled with books that were hard to read, that could devastate and remake one's soul, and that, when they were finished, had a kick like a mule.

They gave themselves up to the stars the way swimmers can surrender to the waves, and the stars took them without resistance.

And if you were a spirit, and time did not bind you, and patience and love were all you knew, then there you would wait for someone to return, and the story to unfold.

If it weren't for music, I would think that love is mortal.

Marxists are people whose insides are torn up day after day because they want to rule the world and no one will even publish their letter to the editor.

And how does God speak to you?" "In the language of everything that is beautiful.

Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched for.

Play is the highest form of research.

Much of what we call History is the success stories of madmen.

He governed as if he felt predestined to never die

There is a big difference between The Merchant of Venice and a photograph of two males of different races in an erotic pose on a marble table top.

Don't ever think compassion is weak. Compassion is about strength.

It is always legitimate to wish to rise above one's self, never above others.

Hume develops his arguments by a series of models. He doesn't call them models in the pretentious way in which we envelope, very often, pure banalities in this jargon

The writer after all is only half the book, the other half is the reader.

The more you are known, the more difficult it is to hide behind characters.