The constrained body knows and values the freedom of the mind.

In the airport, luggage-laden people rush hither and yon through endless corridors, like souls to each of whom the devil has furnished a different, inaccurate map of the escape route from hell.

The airport bookstore did not sell books, only bestsellers, which Sita Dulip cannot read without risking a severe systemic reaction.

Without language, they have no lies. Thus they have no future.

There is no denial in the dreamtime, only subconscious and spiritual truths.

Examine this statement: ‘A woman cannot be a poet.’ Dr Samuel Johnson (Englishman 1709-84 Occupation: Language Fixer and Big Mouth.) What then shall I give up? My poetry or my womanhood?

I see love as a force of nature. No matter how much you want to, you cannot control or demand love. No one can. It cannot be bought, bartered, or sold. It is priceless.

Every nerve in my body says to run after Thaddeus and tell him everything. But I know there's no way he can know the truth.

My body is a cage that keeps me from dancing with the one I love, but my mind holds the key.

The battle had been as hideous as you might expect between one side who were simply not afraid to die and another who regarded death as merely a door to the eternal life.

Never say that marriage has more of joy than pain.

The authority of Scripture is greater than the comprehension of the whole of man's reason.

What's weird about the cinema business is that you have to have a thick skin while remaining vulnerable as an artist. It comes with time. You get dumped, your heart gets broken.