Hope is a dream deferred.

There are only two kinds of pain: too much love or too little.

... romance is unsatisfactory as a religion. It is no use looking for the infinite in the eyes of another.

Trauma reflected upon in tranquility can produce morally stunning insights - literary light! It can also produce maudlin rubbish.

Longing is all that lasts.

Greed stains our culture, soaks our sensibilities and has replaced grace as a sign of our intimacy with the divine.

As art reveals the artist more than the world, so you see yourself and what you are not in the mirror of another culture.