Love's over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.
You cannot escape what you have to deal with inside yourself. It will never bring good things. It will only bring madness.
I don't think you learn how to act. You learn how to use your emotions and feelings.
As a teenager, I didn’t want to be me; I wanted to be many different people. Maybe I realized that they all lived inside me and that if I managed to connect with them, they would become aspects of me.
That Paris exists and anyone could choose to live anywhere else in the world will always be a mystery to me.
I think that when you don't see the boundaries, you cross them without even knowing they exist in the first place.
I was raised with the idea of beauty in a different way. To me, it is something that really comes out of you and surrounds you.
But, something has to be worked through formally as well as emotionally. Now, when those two things come together I've got something, I think, that I can be proud of.
Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.
One of my favorite pieces of advice about being a writer came from a very formative teacher I had as an undergraduate, named John Hersey. On our last day of class together, which was also John Hersey last day before retirement, he said, "Remember, the world doesn't need any new writers. " Which at first didn't seem like great advice, but when you unpacked it, it was really that it's not enough to be confident in what you do; be conscious of bringing something to the world of readers and writers that it hasn't seen before. Something idiosyncratic.
Go, speed the stars of Thought On to their shining goals; - The sower scatters broad his seed, The wheat thou strew'st be souls.