Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth.... Through words and concepts we shall never reach beyond the wall off relations, to some sort of fabulous primal ground of things.

Conscience: self-esteem with a halo.

Irving Layton

Rock 'n' roll is not red carpets and MySpace friends, rock'n'roll is dangerous and should piss people off

Gerard Way

Freedom in capitalist society always remains about the same as it was in ancient Greek republics: Freedom for slave owners.

Lenin (Vladimir Ulyanov)

There is no pleasure to me without communication: there is not so much as a sprightly thought comes into my mind that it does not grieve me to have produced alone, and that I have no one to tell it to.

Michel de Montaigne

No memory is ever alone it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.

Louis L'Amour

Oh my son's my son till he gets him a wife, but my daughter's my daughter all her life.

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

I feel that directors at times are like the janitors on the set. I am the secretary, I am the organizer, I am the maid, and I ask if they have eaten or rested. The best things are always out of your control. It's those moments that surpass the imagination that are thrilling.

Jane Campion

You know, there was a time, just before I started to study physical science, when astronomers thought that systems such as we have here in the solar system required a rare triple collision of stars.

Murray Gell-Mann

I love you for what you areThough your heart bears scarsFrom life's harsh tempestsI would not wish it unblemishedEach wound carved your strengthSuffering gave you wisdomThese flaws make you perfect

Mark Caney

One must not attempt to justify them, but rather to sense their nature simply and clearly.

Albert Einstein

Our being is subject to all the chances of life. There are so many things we are capable of, that we could be or do. The potentialities are so great that we never, any of us, are more than one-fourth fulfilled.

Katherine Anne Porter

She died on a windy gray day in March when the sky was full of darting crows and the world lay prostrate and defeated after winter. Peter Lake was at her side and it ruined him forever. It broke him as he had not ever imagined he could have been broken. He would never again be young, or able to remember what it was like to be young. What he had once taken to be pleasures would appear to him in his defeat as hideous and deserved punishments for reckless vanity.

Mark Helprin