The truth is always something that is told, not something that is known. If there were no speaking or writing, there would be no truth about anything. There would only be what is.
Susan SontagCan I love someone...and still think/fly? Love is flying, sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings.
Susan SontagUltimately ideas come out of a temperament or a sensibility, they are a crystallization or a precipitation of temperament.
Susan Sontag