Sometimes people damage paintings or sculpture because they love it. They throw their arms around a statue in a fit of hysterical passion and it falls over.

Boys mystified me, although I dreamed vaguely of men.

In the end, I always act from the heart, even if I also value reason and tradition. I wish I could explain why, but I don't know.

The problem is simply finding the right person. Ask Plato. Just make sure she finishes your thoughts and you finish hers. That's all you need.

As you know, human history is full of evil deeds, and maybe we ought to think of them with tears, not fascination.

I believe in walking out of a museum before the paintings you've seen begin to run together. How else can you carry anything away with you in your mind's eye?

There is nothing harder, at moments, than talking to someone who has all the power of silence.