It was a thunderingly beautiful experience -- voluptuous, sexual, dangerous, and expensive as hell.

So many women keep their anger inside and let it build until they explode and then people blow them off again.

Rosalind Wiseman

So every creative act strives to attain an absolute status it longs to create a world of beauty to triumph over chaos and convert it to order.

Rowan D. Williams

Though I am an old horse, and have seen and heard a great deal, I never yet could make out why men are so fond of this sport; they often hurt themselves, often spoil good horses, and tear up the fields, and all for a hare, or a fox, or a stag, that they could get more easily some other way; but we are only horses, and don't know.

Anna Sewell

Enthusiasm is: A quiet spiritual strength: An inner glow: Faith in action: Greatest asset in the world: Beats money power influence: Tramples over prejudice.

Source Unknown

The people I worked with were bigger than life. Once you put them on the screen, they were huge.

Bruce Dern

Clear thinking requires courage rather than intelligence.

Thomas Szasz

Here libido and ego-interest share the same fate and have once more become indistinguishable from each other. The familiar egoism of the sick person covers them both. We find it so natural because we are certain that in the same situation we should behave in just the same way. The way in which the readiness to love, however great, is banished by bodily ailments, and suddenly replaced by complete indifference, is a theme which has been sufficiently exploited by comic writers.

Sigmund Freud

Townes van Zandt is the best songwriter in the whole world and I'll stand on Bob Dylan's coffee table in my cowboy boots and say that.

Steve Earle

The act is unjustifiable that either begs for a blessing, or, having succeeded gives no thanksgiving.

Francis Quarles

If you replace the word God in the Bible with the word Truth, it reads exactly right.

Ricky Williams

Fire and swords are slow engines of destruction, compared to the tongue of a Gossip.

Sir Richard Steele

And now once again I asked myself the question: do I love her? And once more I could not answer, that is to say, again, for the hundreth time, I answered that I hated her.

Fyodor Dostoevsky