You think knowing things will solve your private little griefs?

Does childhood really happen? Do we imagine it? Everyone remembers something else....

She was kahuna, creating more life around her than was actually there, heightening the momentousness of each living thing by simply gazing upon it.

They would no longer be time-bound, that they were free to live in the future, the past, in fantasy. She had been a woman preparing to live, not living.

Everything breaks down but desire. And because we are old, doctors try to shame that out of us. Young punks! Lose one's youth, and doctors take it as axiomatic that you've lost your mind, your balls.

We love that which we corrupt.

When you hate something for twenty years, you get to know it well.

Got something to do with guilt, ' Toro said. 'Her mother, neh?' 'Guilt. Longing. Got something to do with all of us.

Beware of logic.

So much easier to give. I detest asking.

Common sense. Mothers are the last riddle, the worst horror, the only consolation.

One good thing about love, when it touches you, time stands still.

God bless the soldiers and seamen, with all their brave commanders.

I am almost convinced (quite contrary to opinion I started with) that species are not (it is like confessing a murder) immutable.

If anything can go wrong, it will.

You know, when someone has been crying, something gets left in the air. It's not something you can see or smell, or feel. Or draw. But it's there.

I'd like to say I'd like to be as big as a Gwen or a Madonna, but I think those days of achieving that level are over. The media is bringing everybody down.

In the common esteem, not only are the only good aboriginals dead ones, but all aboriginals are either sacred or contemptible according to the length of time they have been dead.

People like to do what they used to do after they've stopped being able to do it.

We often get blinded by the forms in which content is produced, rather than the job that the content does.