“Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America.”

The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is another question.

They lived and laughed and loved and left.

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.

Men are governed by lines of intellect – women: by curves of emotion.

What’s in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.

Shut your eyes and see.

Wipe your glasses with what you know.

Civilization may be said indeed to be the creation of its outlaws.

A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.

I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.

All fiction is autobiographical fantasy.

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.

People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.

You can still die when the sun is shining.

And yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

Live each day as if it were your last for some day it will be.

All sins are attempts to fill voids.

There’s an inherent message in my work relating to recycling and the nature of value, but my artistic inspiration is fired by the qualities within the raw materials.

Glass can shatter, yet still be created into nothing short of art. And so can you.

When we are crushed like grapes, we cannot think of the wine we will become.

Respect your curses, for they are the instruments of your destiny.

Where you are now, is not where you will always be.

To be peacemaker, you must know the peace giver.