Intimacy is the principal source of the sugars which this life is sweetened!
I have always been a romantic, one of those people who believes that a woman in pink circus tights contains all the secrets of the universe.
There’re many ways, my dear, to victimize people. The most insidious way is to persuade them that they’re victims.
Love is very powerful, but it has limits and it’s a costly mistake to spread it too thin.
Slavic peoples get their physical characteristics from potatoes, their smoldering inquietude from radishes, their seriousness from beets.
What we have here is an unexpected touchdown on the runway of the heart.
There’s birth, there’s death, and in between there’s maintenance.
Our world isn’t made of earth, air and water or even molecules and atoms; our world is made of language.
The trouble with the fast lane is that all the movement is horizontal. And I like to go vertical sometimes.
The ultimate end of any ideology is totalitarianism.
Religions lead us to believe that the soul is the ultimate family jewel and that in return for our mindless obedience, they can secure it for us in their vaults, or at least insure it against fire and theft. They are mistaken.
Much scientific truth proved to be as hypothetical as poetic allegory. The relationshiip of those rod-connected blue and red balls to an actual atomic structure was about the same as the relationship of Christianity to the fish or the Lamb.
You may tell the greatest lies and wear a brilliant disguise, but you can’t escape the eyes of the one who sees right through you.
Leave me in the night but please don’t leave me in the dark.
Listen, I’ve been sick ever since I started working here, but today I’m well and I won’t be in anymore.
Me? I stand for uncertainty, insecurity, bad taste, fun, and things that go boom in the night.
My faith is whatever makes me feel good about being alive. If your religion doesn’t make you feel good to be alive, what the hell is the point of it?
Most novelists write about twisted lives.
My paintings are very strange – large and empty, like walls. Just the opposite of my writing, which is rich and juicy.
One has not only an ability to perceive the world but an ability to alter one’s perception of it; more simply, one can change things by the manner in which one looks at them.