Bravery despite defeat is praiseworthy. Victory despite cowardice is beyond praise.
Literature is the question minus the answer.
Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.
The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.
Painting can feign reality without having seen it.
Don't say mourning. It's too psychoanalytic. I'm not mourning. I'm suffering.
. . . language is never innocent.
The saints had no hatred, no bitterness; they forgive everything and think they deserve much more for their offenses against God.
Love gives itself; it is not bought.
Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life - and travel - leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks - on your body or on your heart - are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.
Sometimes the simplest pictures are the hardest to get.