“One handles truths like dynamite.”

The only transformer and alchemist that turns everything into gold is love. The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love.

We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.

Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.

We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream.

We have been poisoned by fairy tales.

Do not seek the because – in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.

Pain is something to master, not to wallow in.

It is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar.

I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions.

The fiery moments of passionate experience are the moments of wholeness and totality of the personality.

You don’t find love, it finds you. It’s got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what’s written in the stars.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

The value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy and intimacy creates understanding and understanding creates love.

How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.

When you accept and appreciate yourself you can handle any situation with class, dignity and respect.

Peace is not absence of conflict, it is the ability to handle conflict by peaceful means.

Call me cursed or just call me blessed. If you can’t handle my worst you ain’t getting my best.

Fall in love fast, make sure I handle it delicate.

A well-disciplined mindset allows you to handle every punch life throws at you that much better.

I think pressure’s healthy, and very few can handle it.

If you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.

Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It’s like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss.