Paradise belonged to the innocent. Which was why it was and would ever remain empty. And that is what makes it a paradise.

Power is violence, its promise, its deed. Power cares nothing for reason, nothing for justice, nothing for compassion. It is, in fact, the singular abnegation of these things - once the cloak of deceits is stripped away, this one truth is revealed.

I was needed, but I myself did not need. I had followers, but not allies, and only now do I understand the difference. And it is vast.

All art is an intensely vulnerable gesture, and it is made with no small amounts of risk, and fear. So, I have plenty of sympathy for self-defense mechanisms, especially among artists.

The lesson of history is that no one learns.

Shake your fist all you want but dead is dead

The soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins with love and ends with grief.