[The sensate body possesses] an art of interrogating the sensible according to its own wishes, an inspired exegesis.

We know not through our intellect but through our experience.

We should be sensitive to the thread of silence from which the tissue of speech is woven.

We must therefore rediscover, after the natural world, the social world, not as an object or sum of objects, but as a permanent field or dimension of existence.

To understand is to experience harmony between what we aim at and what is given, between the intention and the performance - and the body is our anchorage in the world.

Because we are in the world, we are condemned to meaning, and we cannot do or say anything without its acquiring a name in history.

The body is our general medium for having a world.

Our own body is in the world as the heart is in the organism: it keeps the visible spectacle constantly alive, it breathes life into it and sustains it inwardly, and with it forms a system.

I live in the facial expressions of the other, as I feel him living in mine.

The body is to be compared, not to a physical object, but rather to a work of art.

The photograph keeps open the instants which the onrush of time closes up forthwith; it destroys the overtaking, the overlapping, the metamorphosis of time.

It does no good to bark at the television, I said. I’ve tried it too. So he stopped.

Brambleclaw turned to Squirrelflight first. “Will you fight beside me?”Their eyes met for a long moment. “Always, ” she meowed.

It's easier to record in LA than in New York and Detroit, because the space in LA is green, and there's sunshine, and I need all those positive vibes.

Hulk Hogan's wife has filed for divorce. This is the most devastating breakup since Pam Anderson and Tommy Lee. And then Pam Anderson and Kid Rock. And soon, Pam Anderson and Rick Salomon.

SOON was the first novel where I used a rough outline. Usually I have characters and an idea and write as a process of discovery. Like working without a net.

In this age of censorship, I mourn the loss of books that will never be written, I mourn the voices that will be silenced-writers' voices, teachers' voices, students' voices-and all because of fear.

True greatness depends on total wisdom. The real lesson is to learn to love.

How long it takes us, each day, to know each other.

So often feminism is built up as this thing where you have to be perfect. You have to be consistent and you can't ever deviate. That's just not realistic.

I guess I do feel the need to repent. I do feel like I owe the world a great album. I don't know why I feel that way. I just do.