That kind of tenderness couldn't be permitted to last. You only got a taste, enough to know what perfection meant, and then you paid for it the rest of your life. Like the guy chained to a rock, who stole fire. The gods made an eagle eat his liver for all eternity. You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.

What is real is always worth it.

The story of her life. God gave you everything just to take it away. Just so you knew exactly what you were missing.

I've been depressed many times in my life. But under it all I'm an optimist.

If evil means to be self-motivated, to be the center of one’s own universe, to live on one’s own terms, then every artist, every thinker, every original mind, is evil.

I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand.

Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.