When I'm in New York my boyfriend buys me sneakers and vice versa.
Have caviar if you like, but it tastes like herring to me.
I'm a prodigal son. The black sheep of a white flock. I shall die on the gallows.
I want to be alone. . . I just want to be alone.
A man who is not with a woman is a dead man.
Believe me, if a man doesn't know death, he doesn't know life.
Jean was visited by one of her rare moments of happiness, one of those moments when the goodness of God was so real to her that it was like taste and scent; the rough strong taste of honey in the comb and the scent of water. Her thoughts of God had a homeliness that at times seemed shocking, in spite of their power, which could rescue her from terror or evil with an ease that astonished her.
Photographers should follow their own judgment, and not the fads and dictates of others.
I write, or used to write, to explain to myself situations I couldn't otherwise solve or understand. Meditation comes very naturally to me.
You can write very obtuse and abstract lyrics, and if they want to, people are going to find something amazing that you're saying.