Think before you speak is criticism's motto; speak before you think, creation's.

He stretched out his hands as he sang, sadly, because all beauty is sad…The poem had done no ‘good’ to anyone, but it was a passing reminder, a breath from the divine lips of beauty, a nightingale between two worlds of dust. Less explicit than the call to Krishna, it voiced our loneliness nevertheless, our isolation, our need for the Friend who never comes yet is not entirely disproved.

People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.

I think you’re beautiful, the only beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.

Nonsense and beauty have close connections.

For it is a serious thing to have been watched. We all radiate something curiously intimate when we believe ourselves to be alone.

We are all like Scheherazade's husband, in that we want to know what happens next.