Why is it only now that I can see how many ordinary things are actually grotesque?

No matter how far I try to travel from people, people always appear. Either they follow me, or they're already there, and I followed them, unwittingly.

In the face of immense tragedy—yet again—unexpected beauty.

How easy to be electrocuted. How fine the line between beauty and peril.

I love that an idea can be so powerful it doesn't matter whether I've seen the artwork for real or not.

Now I wonder if each artwork is in fact utterly inaccessible to everybody but the person to whom it is secretly addressed?

Art, and sadness, which last forever.

Blending into the tinctures and textures of the countryside. The tree which falls without any human hearing still falls, as the creatures who die without being found by a human still die.

I see foxes often, but always they are crossing fallow fields in the distance. Gold flecks on faraway expanses of green. Magnetic to the meandering eye. Enigmatic, unreachable.

I decided that if I didn't allow myself to fall asleep, then I wouldn't have to wake up again and despair.

My mother says: 'People who suffer from anxiety are usually those with the most vivid imaginations.

When I was in school the teachers told me practice makes perfect

Just when she thought she had it all figured out something happened to test her faith or alter her view of reality.

I don't want my reasons to be informed by what people think about what I'm doing.

I think what drove me insane for a long time is feeling like I hadn't earned most of what I achieved because it came so fast.

We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality.

Every time you say you don't believe in fairies, a fairy dies.

[My] hunger and thirst was, and still remains: How do I get people who hate poetry to love me?

As it turns out, three of my four kids are professional singers. And they're really interesting, good singers.

Optimism," said Cacambo, "What is that?" "Alas!" replied Candide, "It is the obstinacy of maintaining that everything is best when it is worst.

The let-alone lies not in your good will.