All or nothing at all, the true lover says, and that's the truth of it. My love will never die, he says. He claims eternity. And rightly. How can it die when it's life itself? What do we know of eternity but the glimpse we get of it when we enter in that bond?

Belief in the lie is the life of the lie.

The artist deals with what cannot be said in words.

Nobody who says, ‘I told you so’ has ever been, or will ever be, a hero.

Maybe when you meet the people you are supposed to meet you know it, without knowing it.

At this point, realism is perhaps the least adequate means of understanding or portraying the incredible realities of our existence.

The world is in balance . To light a candle is to cast a shadow.