Whatever our struggles, our doubts, and our fears, we are never alone.

You never know what you're going to learn, what you're going to use, or how it's going to keep you alive.

I kissed thee ere I killed thee, no way but this, killing myself to die upon a kiss.

Art is what you can get away with.

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

All are children.

To a true artist only that face is beautiful which, quite apart from its exterior, shines with the truth within the soul.