A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.

We've had this date with each other from the beginning.

Is a lifetime long enough to hold the regret that I have for that fantastically aborted but crazily sweet love affair?

Everybody is nothing until you love them.

An artist must believe in himself - Possibly not so passionately as Lawrence - but passionately. Your belief is contagious. Others say - He is vain - but they are affected.

A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.

But there are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark -- that sort of make everything else seem -- unimportant.