It is not peace we seek but meaning.

These are the moments which are not calculable, and cannot be assessed in words; they live on in the solution of memory, like wonderful creatures, unique of their own kind, dredged up from the floors of some unexplored ocean.

We are all hunting for rational reasons for believing in the absurd.

They say that if you get bored enough with calamity you can learn to laugh.

Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me, and then show me the place where he was hanged.

There is no pain compared to that of loving a woman who makes her body accessible to one and yet who is incapable of delivering her true self -- because she does not know where to find it.

I have been thinking about the girl I met last night in the mirror: dark on the marble-ivory white: glossy black hair: deep suspiring eyes in which one's glances sink because they are nervous, curious, turned to sexual curiosity.