We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.

Personally I think that grammar is a way to attain beauty.

I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.

We can be friends. We can be anything we want to be.

If you have but one friend, make sure you choose her well.

To be poor, ugly and, moreover, intelligent condemns one in our society to a dark and disillusioned life...to beauty all is forgiven.

So if there is something on the planet that is worth living for, I'd better not miss it, because once you're dead, it's too late for regrets, and if you die by mistake, that is really, really dumb.

Entrusting one's life is not the same as opening up one's soul.

I'm afraid to go into myself and see what's going on in there.

Because beauty consits of it's own passing, just as we reach for it. It's the ephemeral configuration of things in the moment, when you can see both their movement and their death.

I suddenly felt my spirit expand, for I was capable of grasping the utter beauty of the trees.

Because who hasn't tried to pull their arms from the sleeves of gravity's lead coat?Who doesn't have at least one pair of wax wings out in the garage?

Pet lovers know that animals sometimes understand us better than we do, and the annals of human sin and desire provide plenty of stories to drive the point home.

Your voice is worthwhile. Have faith in it.

Irish nationalists can never be the assenting parties to the mutilation of the Irish nation. The two nation theory is to us an abomination and a blasphemy.

When you think about the person responsible for creating the character and the dialogue, Bill Monahan, who's a Boston guy, obviously, his words roll off my tongue quite nicely.

He moves fastest who moves alone.

The essence of painting has actually always been to make it [the universal] plastically perceptible through colour and line.

I don't remember feeling love.

I'm not an Internet artist, I didn't get discovered on the Internet - I got discovered pushing my mix tapes on the street, walking on foot, going to parties, passing them out.

Only when the sense of the pain of others begins does man begin