I cry out for order and find it only in art.

The expert at anything was once a beginner.

Love is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

Perhaps we have been misguided into taking too much responsibility from our children, leaving them too little room for discovery

Every human being on this earth is born with a tragedy, and it isn't original sin. He's born with the tragedy that he has to grow up... a lot of people don't have the courage to do it.

There's a little vanity chair that Charlie gave me the first Christmas we knew each other. I'll not be parting with that, nor our bed - the four-poster - I'll be needing that to die in.

There is only one terminal dignity - love.