An artist is someone who can hold two opposing viewpoints and still remain fully functional.

Show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy.

All I think of ever is that I love you.

Now he realized the truth: that sacrifice was no purchase of freedom. It was like a great elective office, it was like an inheritance of power - to certain people at certain times an essential luxury, carrying with it not a guarantee but a responsibility, not a security but an infinite risk. Its very momentum might drag him down to ruin - the passing of the emotional wave that made it possible might leave the one who made it high and dry forever on an island of despair...Sacrifice by its very nature was arrogant and impersonal; sacrifice should be eternally supercilious.

One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.

So we'll just let things take their course, and never be sorry.

No decent career was ever founded on a public.