my lips never know my problem they just always smile

Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.

I do not have much patience with a thing of beauty that must be explained to be understood. If it does need additional interpretation by someone other than the creator, then I question whether it has fulfilled its purpose.

Life is a beautiful, magnificent thing, even to a jellyfish.

Nothing quite like it. The feeling of film.

The saddest thing I can imagine is to get used to luxury. [and therefore not appreciate it fully or be grateful for it every moment.]

I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.