I'll be searching for those moments of always within never. Beauty, in this world." - Paloma

..when I say that "he's a truly nasty man," I mean he has so thoroughly renounced everything good that he might have inside him that he's already like a corpse even though he's still alive. Because truly nasty people hate everyone, to be sure, but most of all themselves. Can't you tell when a person hates himself? He becomes a living cadaver, it numbs all his negative emotions but also all the good ones so he won't feel nauseated by who he is.

When tea becomes ritual, it takes place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things.

There's so much humanity in a love of trees, so much nostalgia for our first sense of wonder, so much power in just feeling our own insignificance when we are surrounded by nature.

When illness enters a home, not only does it take hold of a body. It also weaves a dark web between hearts, a web where hope is trapped.

I belong to the 8% of the world population who calm their apprehension by drowning it in numbers.

What does art do for us? It gives shape to our emotions.