Some gods may cross your path, but why should gods be beautiful? They could also be frightening.

Life is given to you like a flat piece of land and everything has to be done. I hope that when I'm finished, my piece of land will be a beautiful garden.

To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.

I shall die very young...maybe seventy, maybe eighty, maybe ninety. But I shall be very young.

As long as you don't make waves, ripples, life seems easy. But that's condemning yourself to impotence and death before you are dead.

Something pretty... that's just the surface. People worry so much about aging, but you look younger if you don't worry about it.

I have always had the urge to open forbidden doors: with a curiosity and an obstinacy that verge on masochism.

If you get trapped in the idea that what is most important is what image of yourself you're giving to the world, you're on a dangerous path.

To be free means to choose, whose slave you want to be. ­

If you want to live your life through to the end, you have to live dangerously.

To give and receive love, you have to be in touch with pain, you have to be capable of provoking it and feeling it.

A strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.

Choose what to believe. He wanted the truth. Why was everybody so determined that he should not get it.

The follies of the wise man are known to himself, but hidden from the world.

Among its many uses, dance/movement therapy aims to help people overcome trauma, often by nonverbally bringing the elements of the experience to the fore.

Women who try to be equivalent with men need desire.

Whoever knows it also knows that in love there is no More and no Less; but that he who loves can only love with the whole heart, and with the whole soul; with all his strength and with all his will.

Black detraction will find faults where they are not.

I bear a deep red stain that runs from my left shoulder down to my right hip, a trail left by the herbwitch's poison that my mother used to try to expel me from her womb.

I know that at one time, the Arctic was the tropics. And I guess I wonder what caused that? Was it dinosaur farts? I don’t know.

This is what's so hard about our current politics: things poll well, but people don't believe that politicians are telling the truth.