We don't get to choose what or whom we love, I want to say. We just don't get to choose.

After my friend's accident I take care of her. It is always taking care, but it is difficult, because at times to take care of her is also to cause her pain.

102. After my friend's accident I take care of her. It is always taking care, but it is difficult, because at times to take care of her is also to cause her pain.

Mostly I have felt myself becoming a servant of sadness. I am still looking for the beauty in that.

It will not say, 'Isn't X beautiful?' Such demands are murderous to beauty.

It is always taking care, but it is difficult, because at times to take care of her is also to cause her pain.

This is generous, for to be close to her pain has always felt like a privilege to me, even though pain could be defined as that which we typically aim to avoid.

The question up for debate between Socrates and Phaedrus is whether the written word kills memory or aids it--whether it cripples the mind's power, or whether it cures it of its forgetfulness.

I am trying to talk about what blue means, or what it means to me, apart from meaning.

Do not, however, make the mistake of thinking that all desire is yearning.

To take a breath of water: does the thought panic or excite you?

When a complex is acquired, personal development is stopped and the person even being an adult, sometimes behaves in a childish and immature way

If you say you are truly in love with me, you must see the light in my darkness, embrace my iniquity, and follow me to hell.

Wisdom, prudence, forethought, these are essential. But not second to these that noble courage which adventures the right, and leaves the consequences to God.

You have to have a strong sense of self in this business - otherwise they're going to spit you out.

I like to think that I get better and better as a writer, but it seems pretty easy to me to slip on disguises of various people.

lying awake beside you, these thoughts run through my head.

A picture should be looked at - not talked about.

There are the spiritually consumptive ones: hardly are they born when they begin to die, and long for doctrines of lassitude and renunciation.

During an early performance of 'Spamalot,' I left my regal gloves in the fridge to cool down and didn't remember them until I was on stage. They needed to be thawed overnight.

all the small squalors of the body, known only to oneself, insignificant in youth, easily dismissed, in old age became dominant and entered into fulfilment of the tyranny they had always threatened.