I was 14 or 15 when I discovered poetry, and I pretty much stopped writing prose until Master of Reality.
All Gods were immortal.
Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.
The only fool bigger than the person who knows it all is the person who argues with him.
It isn't easy to live after death. It takes a lifetime.
Those who put blinders on their eyes should remember that the set also includes bridle and a whip.
Every scarecrow has a secret ambition to terrorize.
. . . perhaps that is what ultimately unites us as a world: the fact that, no matter how prosperous a nation, how developed, all share the plight and embarrassment of having so many suffering children. We are united by our neglect, our abuse, our absence of love. Have we forgotten about the children, and thus forsaken the next generation?
Allure goes beyond appearances to the way they grace the world. Some women propel themselves by means of an internal gyroscope. Others glide through life as if on ice skates. Some women convey their tortured lives through their eyes; others encircle you in the music of their laughter.
There are so many misconceptions about me, and it gets frustrating no matter how thick skinned.
If I am building a mountain and stop before the last basketful of earth is placed on the summit, I have failed.